To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield / by Nathan Jones

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Eagle

You are a man. You are something to be reckoned with.