In the preface to Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman says, “Reexamine all you have been told in school or church or in any book and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and every joint of your body.”
Just thought I’d share that sentiment. I like it.
CCD,
Ben
