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Night, sleep, death and the stars
A Clear Midnight
by Walt Whitman
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson
done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the
themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars. -
Singing out loud
For a very uplifting experience: Find a live band, a group of friends and start singing out loud; without a care or worry. The inhibitions shall melt away into the song induced core of happiness.
And guess what?
I actually managed to do that over the last few days. Brilliant!
