2005-09-25
yup
You've given your life to become the person you are right now.
Was it worth it?
-Richard Bach
Sure. It has to be.
I play both roles:
Song of Myself (Whitman knows best)
I know I have the best of time and space,
and was never measured
and never will be measured.
I tramp a perpetual journey,
My left hand hooks you round the waist,
My right hand points to landscapes of continents and the public road.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,
For after we start we never lie by again.
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven,
And I said to my spirit
When we become the enfolders of those orbs,
and the pleasure and knowledge
of every thing in them,
shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
You are also asking me questions and I hear you,
I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes
I kiss you with a good-by kiss
and open the gate for your egress hence.
Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light
and of every moment of your life.
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea,
rise again, nod to me, shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair.
leesah-likes at 9:26 a.m.