I remember the first time I read Whitman, his Canto a mí mismo, his emblematic poem! I remember starting my college career and being anxious to read many of the things I hadn't read up to that point. But with Whitman I stopped, walked around, tasted it. With that poem I felt that each, each being, each day, should be celebrated. The poem as a feast, life as the perfect footprint beneath our foot. As a young man I remember writing the first part of that poem at the end of an old notebook and reading it whenever necessary. I continue to say like the poet: "I celebrate myself and sing to myself... And I won't finish my song until I die." Thank you for such a beautiful post, @josemalavem.