I sing the body electric.
How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.
There will soon be no more priests... They may wait awhile, perhaps a generation or two, dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest.