I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood / I see that the elementary laws never apologize / (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) / 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. / One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, / And whether I come to my own to day or in ten thousand or ten million years, / I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. â
I love you Walt Whitman.












