All Things Holy
I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so
lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.
— Walt Whitman, I Sing the Body Electric
I do believe some things to be paramount. Joy is divine. Curiosity is sacred. Adventure is hallowed. Love is everything. More than singular entities, a life full of these elements — one mortal, earthly life — is holy. Because this life is finite. It ends. This is the one thing we can all agree on. Even if you believe you’re eventually going up to a spirit in the sky, your life on this glorious pale blue dot is almost over.
Without walls or dogma, wild locales give us licence to explore the outside environment as well as our inner selves. What we find inside there may resemble god, and it might as easily be beautifully unexplainable. Not knowing certain things seems okay, as long as we’re moving together towards true knowledge, love and empathy. good news is, we almost always are. Believe it or not, but we’re pretty holy on our own, Man.