Thou Shalt

Sunday, 14 March 2010

“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the an­i­mals, de­spise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stu­pid and crazy, de­vote your in­come and labor to oth­ers, hate tyrants, ar­gue not con­cern­ing God, have pa­tience and in­dul­gence to­ward the peo­ple, take off your hat to noth­ing known or un­known or to any man or num­ber of men, go freely with pow­er­ful un­e­d­u­cated per­sons and with the young and with the moth­ers of fam­i­lies, read these leaves in the open air every sea­son of every year of your life, re-ex­am­ine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dis­miss what­ever in­sults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the rich­est flu­ency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and be­tween the lashes of your eyes and in every mo­tion and joint of your body…”
Preface to Leaves of Grass — Walt Whitman