This is a piece inspired on Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” poem.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Song of Myself (fragments) – Walt Whitman