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When I find myself crying

It sometimes happens that men who are awakening will tell me, “I don’t know who I am any more.” It is like the moment in a funeral service when I find myself crying.



Whitman wrote something like this following his decisive encounter: “We met. I forget the rest.”

So that’s love, then—the slate wiped clean, a great forgetting.

Self-obliteration, a few facts, a box to store them in: What more could a man ask for?