(idea) by yam Mon Sep 11 2000 at 23:50:23
From Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman:

Gliding o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul — not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.
I like it!

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