“A shroud I see — and I am the shroud … . I wrap a body and lie in the coffin; It is dark here underground … . it is not evil or pain here … . it is blank here, for reasons. It seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy; Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.”
- Walt Whitman “Leaves of Grass”
Go pick that one up. It’s a real make you think about stuff kinda book.
3 years ago