Leaves of Grass (Complete Edition). Walt Whitman

       And how I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was born on the last day of May 1819 . . . . and passed from a babe in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters to articulate and walk . . . . are all equally wonderful.

      And that I grew six feet high . . . . and that I have become a man thirty-six years old in 1855 . . . . and that I am here anyhow -- are all equally wonderful;

       And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful:

       And that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful,

       And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to be true is just as wonderful,

       And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth is equally wonderful,

       And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally wonderful.

      Come I should like to hear you tell me what there is in yourself that is not just as wonderful,

       And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.