My life in poetry and songs...

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
All the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
I know I am solid and sound,
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
I know I am deathless,
I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
-- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass