"The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours
of the day,
The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme, myself disinte-
grated, every one disintegrated yet part of
the scheme,
The similitudes of the past and those of the future,
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hear-
ings, on the walk in the street and the pas-
sage over the river,
The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and
them,
The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
..."
(W.Whitman)
