Friday, February 22, 2008

Walt Whitman


To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you,
To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.


Vagn has probably found a girl friend in China now.