Where the earth is, we are.

I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Oh captain my captain

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, / I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?

I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.