Now I see the secret of the
making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air
and to eat and sleep with the earth ....
Wisdom is of the soul, is not
susceptible of proof, is its own proof ....
Now I re-examine philosophies
and religions,
They may prove well in
lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all
Under the spacious clouds and
along the landscape and flowing currents.
Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman
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