I Contain Multitudes

The week of 40+ hours of class has been exhilarating and intense. I offer part of Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" as a nod to the multitudes I now contain thanks to Dr. Mike Hogue and my thoughtful, smart, funny, compassionate fellow students.

The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? Will you prove already too late?

"Song of Myself" (51st stanza)
By Walt Whitman