From Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman:

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From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,

Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,

Listening to others, considering well what they say,

Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds

that would hold me.

I inhale great daughter of space,

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south

are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought.

I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me…