Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity - Walt Whitman

El reloj marca los minutos…
pero ¿y la eternidad?
¿Qué marca la eternidad?

There was a kind of labor agitator here today—a socialist, or something like that: young, a rather beautiful boy — full of enthusiasms: the finest type of the man in earnest about himself and about life. I was sorry to see him come: I am somehow afraid of agitators, though I believe in agitation: but I was more sorry to see him go than come. Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated. ... Cheer! cheer! Is there anything better in this world anywhere than cheer — just cheer? Any religion better? — any art? Just cheer!

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall,
Battles are lost in the same spirit
In which they are won