I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now twenty-six years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
- Walt Whitman - Song of Myself
I may be slow to respond.
It's your responsibility to push your limits.
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