"Songs of the Universal" and Wings in the Clouds

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One should not try to read Camus on a school night… and that is all I have to say about that. Walt Whitman on the other hand can be quite like flight.

“Songs of the Universal”



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Come said the Muse,

Sing me a song no poet has yet chanted,

Sing me the Universal.



In this broad earth of ours,

Amid the measureless grossness and slag,

Enclosed and safe within its central heart,

Nestles the seed perfection.



By every life a share or more or less,

None born but it is born, conceal’d or unconceal’d


the seed is waiting.



Walt Whitman

Birthdays and words and such

Now that I have a reliable internet connection (note the knocking on wood as I say this) I thought that I would actually update anyone who cares to know about life and such on a more regular basis. To start things off I thought that I would share some photos from our wandering in London this weekend for Jon’s birthday. We explored and went on the “Ale Trail.” The “Ale Trail” is done by following this map across different areas of London and having a pint in the pubs listed. When you go to five pubs you get a t-shirt. Being that it was Jon’s 30th birthday we did our best to acquire a couple of t-shirts shirts yesterday. All in all it went well…. saving that the last pub ran out of t-shirts and it does get really hard to follow a map after a little while. But we had much fun and even though we missed the last train home we were able to catch the last bus 🙂 So some pictures and a promise… of sorts of more updates to follow.

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