unspeakably perfect miracles

 

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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;

Every spear of grass - the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,
and all that concerns them,

All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles. 


—Walt Whitman

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Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while.

—Groucho Marx, (1890-1977)

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