How it is

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It avails not, neither time or place
distance avails not
I am with you, you men and women of a generation
or ever so many generations hence
I project myself
also I return
I am with you, and know how it is

Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd
I was one of a crowd
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow
I was refresh’d
Just as you stand and lean on the rail yet hurry with the swift current
I stood
yet was hurried

I too many and many a time cross’d the river, the sun half an hour high

These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you

What is it, then, between us ?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us ?
Whatever it is, it avails not
distance avails not, and place avails not

~from Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, by Walt Whitman

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South side of the sky

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This~worldliness

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“Whoever thou mayest be, beloved stranger, avail thyself of this happy hour and of the stillness around us, and above us, and let me tell thee something of the thought which has suddenly risen before me like a star which would fain shed down its rays upon thee and every one, as befits the nature of light.”

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