I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. - Walt Whitman

All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.

Más allá de mis ojos está el espacio sin límites
y más allá de mis números está el tiempo sin ritmo: Dios.

All space, all time, The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns, Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use, Fill'd with eidolons only. The noiseless myriads, The infinite oceans where the rivers empty, The separate countless free identities, like eyesight, The true realities, eidolons. Not this the world, Nor these the universes, they the universes, Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life, Eidolons, eidolons...