"I swear I see what is better than to tell the best, It is always to leave the best untold." -from "A Song of the Rolling Earth" - Walt Whitman

Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!

A fitly born and bred race, growing up in right conditions of outdoor as much as indoor harmony, activity and development, would probably, from and in those conditions, find it enough merely to live — and would, in their relations to the sky, air, water, trees, etc., and to the countless common shows, and in the fact of life itself, discover and achieve happiness — with Being suffused night and day by wholesome ecstasy, surpassing all the pleasures that wealth, amusement, and even gratified intellect, erudition, or the sense of art, can give.

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation.