Monday, March 19, 2012

"All is Truth" by Walt Whitman


O me, man of slack faith so long,
Standing aloof, denying portions so long,
Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth,
Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,
but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,
Or as any law of the earth or any natural production of the earth does.

(This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be
realized, 
I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
And that the universe does.)

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