Each of us is inevitable,
Each of us limitless.
Each of us with his or her right upon the earth,
Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth,
Each of us here as divinely as any is here.
~~~
The sun and stars that float in the open air,
the appleshaped earth and we upon it,
surely the drift of them is something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is
grand, and that it is happiness.
~~~
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the
earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass - the frames, limbs,
organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass, excerpts
with thanks, love is a place
