“I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,
And you must not be abased to the other.
“Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not
even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.”
—Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
May more tolerance, progress, compassion and new readings of our old truths help us all live up to our highest aspirations and make this a more holy, healthy and happy world.