I came across this poem the other day:
When I hear the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture room,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
-Walt Whitman
Basically I don't have any crazy deep thoughts about this poem right now, it just resonates in my soul, you know? In Other Words: I just think it's beautiful. :D
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