I often take a journey. It can be your journey, too! You friend! Take that journey with me! It is a 12 mile bike ride through a Texas inferno; hot as hell and long as the sky is big! Words from a dear old man named Walt Whitman will christen our journey:
| From this hour, freedom! | |
| From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, | |
| Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute, | |
| Listening to others, and considering well what they say, | |
| Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, | |
| Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. | |
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| I inhale great draughts of space; | |
| The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. |
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| I am larger, better than I thought; | |
| I did not know I held so much goodness. | |
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| All seems beautiful to me; | |
| I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I would do the same to you. | |
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| I will recruit for myself and you as I go; | |
| I will scatter myself among men and women as I go; | |
| I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them; | |
| Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; | |
| Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me. |
