I think I could turn and
live with animals, they are so placid and
self-contain'd,
I stand and
look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine
about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their
sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is
dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not
one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
~ Walt Whitman
~
(Song of Myself,
#32)
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