Sitting in a friends kitchen and preparing for the Science Forum in Bonn at GSI, I came across these words in Leaves of Grass.
It inspires a kind of divine, deeply contented laziness, feel content to sit here and drink tea and feel confident that the benefit to the whole universe will be greater than that of my effort to head out into the chilly streets and off to the conference...
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, BOOK XVI, A Song of the Rolling Earth, Part 3
Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you,
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
For none more than you are the present and the past,
For none more than you is immortality.
Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the
past and present, and the true word of immortality;
No one can acquire for another—not one,
Not one can grow for another—not one.
The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,
The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,
The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him—it cannot fail,
The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress
not to the audience,
And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or
the indication of his own.