"See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that." -from "Song of Myself" - Walt Whitman

Forth from the war emerging,a book I have made, the words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything, a book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect, but you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.

LET us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none — Tell me the whole story,
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.

A blade of grass is the journeywork of the stars