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"I celebrate myself and sing myself, And what I shall assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air...I have heard the talkers talking, the talk of the beginning of the end. But I do not talk of the beginning of the end.There was never anymore inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age then there is now. And there will never be any more perfection then there is now. Urge, urge, urge and urge. Always the procreant of the earth. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance, and increase, always sex. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learned and unlearned feel that it is so."-Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"