Every existence has its idiom, every thing and idiom and tongue. - Walt Whitman

I believe in the flesh and the appetites;
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from;
The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer;
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Of the human form especially, it is so great it must never be made ridiculous . . . Exaggerations will be revenged in human physiology.