From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting
myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and
the north and the south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
by Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
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