17.10.16

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. 

- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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