To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch).

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

From this hour, freedom! Going where I like, my own master.