Walt Whitman |
Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour.
To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you,
(...)
To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself,
(I am large - I contain multitudes.)