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Rh O to realize space! The plenteousness of all—that there are no bounds; To emerge, and be of the sky—of the sun and moon,
 * and the flying clouds, as one with them.

O, while I live, to be the ruler of life—not a slave, To meet life as a powerful conqueror, No fumes—no ennui—no more complaints or scornful
 * criticisms.

O me repellent and ugly! O to these proud laws of the air, the water, and
 * the ground, proving my interior Soul impregnable,

And nothing exterior shall ever take command of me.

O to attract by more than attraction! How it is I know not—yet behold! the something
 * which obeys none of the rest,

It is offensive, never defensive—yet how magnetic
 * it draws.

O the joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much I
 * can stand!

To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death,
 * face to face!

To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of
 * guns with perfect nonchalance!

To be indeed a God!