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Title - Inception

Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun — there are millions of suns left   You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books   You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.   I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.   There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.   Urge, and urge, and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.   Out of the dimness opposite equals advance — always substance and increase, always sex, always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.   Poem by Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

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