I've always been puzzled, and am still at this moment in a state of confusion, between the imaginative world and the real world. It is perfectly true to say that I have at some times in my life found that the imaginative world had pushed the real world right out of the way, and was literally more real.

...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Truthfully I am tired 
Honestly I haven’t done much
I have live yet daily I die

Long have you timidly waded  Holding a plank by the shore,  Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,  To jump off in the midst of the sea,  Rise again, nod to me, shout,  And laughingly dash with your hair.

Written By Walt Whitman

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