Within the surge that is humanity, for a few hours today, I was reminded of Walt Whitman's words and felt that I indeed contain multitudes:
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with
the stuff that is fine ...
- Song of Myself from Leaves of Grass
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