This is what you shall do; Love the earth, and sun, and the animals.... dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere-- on water and land.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself.
I am large-- I contain multitudes.
-- Walt Whitman
