Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions… - Walt Whitman

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, not look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

Great is life...and real and mystical...wherever and whoever, Great is death...Sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together; Sure as the stars return again after they merge on the light, death is as great as life.

Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.