
Song of Myself: Every Atom Belonging to One Belongs to All
Democracy begins in the body and expands until it encompasses every laborer, grass blade, and distant star. Walt Whitman observes a leaf of summer grass and finds in its humble growth the proof of eternal life. Death loses its terror when flesh dissolves back into the soil to nourish future generations. Divinity resides not in remote heavens but in the living senses of ordinary people.

