I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. - Walt Whitman

The past and present wilt — I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

"And now it [grass] seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves,

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their
mother's laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps."

- Song of Myself: 6

I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes – but is that all?