A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.
Walt WhitmanI pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.
Walt WhitmanI heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?
Walt Whitman