Walt Whitman — Marching Towards Eternity

Walt Whitman — Marching Towards Eternity

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The clock indi­cates the moment — but what does eter­ni­ty indi­cate?

We have thus far exhaust­ed tril­lions of win­ters and sum­mers,
There are tril­lions ahead, and tril­lions ahead of them.
I do not call one greater and one small­er,
That which fills its peri­od and place is equal to any.

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,
On every step bunch­es of ages, and larg­er bunch­es between the steps,
All below duly travel’d, and still I mount and mount.

Rise after rise bow the phan­toms behind me,
Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there,
I wait­ed unseen and always, and slept through the lethar­gic mist,
And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid car­bon.

Long I was hugg’d close — long and long.

Immense have been the prepa­ra­tions for me,
Faithful and friend­ly the arms that have help’d me.

All forces have been steadi­ly employ’d to com­plete and delight me,

Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.”

(BIG thanks to :iconwindmaedchen: for stick­ing with me till the very end! If it wasn’t for her, I would nev­er had been able to com­plete this paint­ing “prop­er­ly”.)

This is a DOUBLE present for two birth­days (May 31st) — one for my good friend Caro, and anoth­er being the great kin­dred spir­it Walt Whitman, both of whom had pro­found influ­ence on my thought and zeal. If there was one thing Walt knew about our world, it was that the very real­i­ty is a pre­cious mir­a­cle; and indeed, when we care­ful­ly observe our day to day lives and log­i­cal­ly or emo­tion­al­ly trace the source of what caused it all, the sheer infor­ma­tion and com­plex­i­ty of every­thing is infin­i­tes­i­mal.Magical and won­der­ful, even. For all the wor­ries that stand in our paths, we still have so much worth being thank­ful for, one pri­mar­i­ly being our very exis­tence and iden­ti­ty. So let’s look towards the sun and let the shad­ows fall behind us, and feel the wind’s com­pas­sion in your hair.

Everyone is fight­ing a hard bat­tle, after all. Everyone needs a lit­tle bit of love to heal. So go out today and hug some­one ran­dom­ly or in need!

Yes, Walt wears a wrist-watch now. Wrist-watches are cool.

Done COMPLETELY in OpenSource soft­ware:
Ubuntu, MyPaint and Krita


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