Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of [Grand Rapids],
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves - the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

-Miracles, Whitman

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I'm in the ITC right now and it sounds like someone is operating a hot air balloon--Innteresting.
At any rate, its near the end of the year and I can see the panic in everyones eyes: people who don't smoke are buying cigarettes, everyone has a mug or nalgene with some kind of fluid in it--most likely caffeinated, sometimes alchoholic, and the smell of slept-in-clothes hangs thick in the air--yep, its here. And I, for one, couldn't be more excited. I love the pressure of waiting til the last minute, the feeling of generous portions of caffiene running through me, knowing what needs to be done and doing it. Back to it...

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Sorry for the uninteresting posts as of late, but I have little on the brain save for tomorrow afternoon. I'm leaving at 1 (O'clock) in the afternoon and driving down with 12 other people, some I know, some I don't, straight through to the promised land. Probably two stops for food and one for booze--in Kentucky, I've heard its cheap there. But that's it, all I've been thinking about, which kinda sucks cause I have a difficult midterm in the last class before I leave. But I can only imagine tossing a line into the backwaters of the gulf in our backyard, drinking a margarita and reading some Hemmingway while the sun goes down. It is going to be a beautiful thing. I think I'd really know how to live if I only had the resources. Its funny, most of the people who have the resources to live a great adventurous life don't, while those who would if they could can't--a la me--mostly due to a lack of funding. Hmmm, maybe there's a reason for that?

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