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Whitman, Walt - Leaves of Grass - I open my scuttle at night
Identifier
014154
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
written, remember in the 1800s..............
A description of the experience
Walt Whitman – from Leaves of Grass
I open my scuttle at night and see the far sprinkled systems
And all I see, multiplied as high as I can cipher, edge but the
rim of the farthest systems
Wider and wider they spread, expanding and always expanding
Outward and outward and forever outward
There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage
If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfaces
and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float
it would not avail in the long run
We should surely bring up again where we now stand
And as surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther
A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do
not hazard the span, or make it impatient
They are but parts – anything is but a part
See ever so far – there is limitless space outside of that
Count ever so much – there is limitless time around that