…from the quills of the dead white poets
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
Laws for Creations,
For strong artists and leaders, for fresh broods of teachers and perfect literats for America,
For noble savants and coming musicians.
All must have reference to the ensemble of the world, and the compact truth of the world,
There shall be no subject too pronounced – all works shall illustrate the divine law of indirections.
What do you suppose creation is?
What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?
What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but that man or woman is as good as God?
And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself?
And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean?
And that you or anyone must approach creations through such laws?