there was never any more of you than there is now, nor any more of me than there is now, if we shall be heaven, let us be heaven now, if we shall be heathens, let us be heathens now, for you are the south of yesterday and the north of tomorrow for i am the west of nothing and the east of infinity let us love where we cross and if we shall cross, let us cross now and if we shall cross only once i will make east kiss west and i will let south kiss north until we become infinitesimally small towards nospace and notime i unbecoming i you unbecoming you us becoming from two infinite at the single point now at the single moment now where we are nothing but now
βThere was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.β --Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass