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"...the world around him is saturated with death, every single thing exists next to its disappearance....When the Self dissolves into a world of separate selves and death becomes real, love becomes a pact with grief; what is gained then is the inescapably poignant fact of individuality. There will never be another you, and I love the stubborn particularity of you because you will disappear." Thank youuuuuuuuu

"Walt Whitman's great poems embody two essential human experiences as fully as any poems I know: the joyous and burning fact of being a desiring body among other bodies, and the sense that, at its core, the self is without boundary."

Mark Doty and Walt Whitman in one book...the universe did this for me. I don't want this to end.