I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
The suns I see and the suns I cannot see are in their place.
The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself