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Let us never forget
the sprawling genius of a midnight dream
and how silly it seems in the light of day

Let us never forget
the mundane
and the beautiful

Let us never forget why we write:
to remember what happened
what could have happened
what didn’t happen

We write to find out how it ends

So let us keep writing

And let us never forget how it feels
to hold life in your hands

O Me! O Life!

BY Walt Whitman

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.