Quality of Life Perspectives: Mario Morino on Deprogramming Yourself When You Leave the Office

Mario Morino

Mario Morino

Mario Morino is a man for whom I have great respect for.  He is one of the most accomplished entrepreneurs and philanthropists I have come across:  he cofounded and built Legent Corporation and Venture Philanthropy Partners, his latest creation.

However, the reason people have great respect for Mario is the person he is.  Despite all of his accomplishments, you will not meet a more grounded person.  You can tell he is the same person he always was and that he treats people based on their character and not their station or resume.

In my interview with Mario he made the following comment which I think is a great bit of wisdom we should all think about for a minute.

“Sometimes the characteristics that served me in the business world, “a hard charging, driving force” tend not to be  the best characteristics for husband and father. So I have made strides in deprogramming myself from the characteristics that are not great to use around the house.”

http://www.qualityoflifeproject.org/articles/mind-article/854/

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The Hero’s Journey (On Living in the World) by Joseph Campbell

Joseph Campbell (1904-1987)

Joseph Campbell (1904-1987)

I hadn’t read Joseph Campbell in awhile.  When I came across this essay last week, I got sucked in.  This is inspiration.  Please share.

The Hero’s Journey (On Living in the World) by Joseph Campbell

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
What you have to do, you do with play.
Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.
The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be.

Being alive is the meaning.

The warrior s approach is to say “yes” to life: “Yea” to it all.

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world.
We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.
When we talk about settling the world s problems, we re barking up the wrong tree.
The world is perfect. It s a mess. It has always been a mess.

We are not going to change it.
Our job is to straighten out our own lives.

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Quality of Life Perspectives: Mike Krzyzewski Talks about Associating with Good People

Mike Krzyzewski

Mike Krzyzewski

I had the immense opportunity to interview Mike Krzyzewski at the Milken Conference earlier this year.  Coach K is one of the most successful coaches in any sport on any level. However, Mike is probably even more respected today for his role as a leadership expert, a motivational speaker and a philanthropist.

 

You can view the VIDEO of our interview with Coach Krzyzewski HERE.

Within the video there are index tags so you can navigate per your preferences.

Here are some of my favorite excerpts of the interview:

–  Self dialogue practice (“Being in tune with yoursel” section)

–  Follow the people you can learn from, not the money.  (“Associating yourself with good people” section)

–  Getting outside, solitude. (“On spending time in nature”section)

I believe when people think of Mike Krzyzewski, they think of a high integrity person who aspires to be a successful human being rather than simply a successful professional.  That is what they respect and it’s also what leads to his quality of life.

Essay by Norman Lear, More Reflections on the Meaning of Life

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Norman Lear

I came across this essay that Norman Lear wrote in Life magazine in 1992.  It is great. I mean really great.  For those of you that have not heard of Norman Lear he is a hugely talented entrepreneur and humanitarian.  Best known for creating All in the Family and The Jeffersons.  He’s also the founder of People for the American Way.

More Reflections on the Meaning of Life

 

 

Published by the Editors of Life Magazine, 1992

Rome fell, according to historian Lewis Mumford, not through political or economic or military ineptitude.  Rome collapsed through “leeching away of meaning and a loss of faith”.  Mumford might just as well have been speaking about our culture, a society afflicted by cynicism, selfishness and an erosion of civility, a society that has lost faith in its leaders and institutions and hungers for a greater sense of human connectedness.

It is no coincidence, I submit, that ours is a society fixated on the externals.  We are preoccupied with the pursuit of bottom lines, consumption, careerism” and winning.  We pursue a vision of human salvation through “progress,” one of the most powerful unifying myths of our 20th century life.  We place our faith in what we can see, touch and hear, and instinctively grasp for numbers to understand the world.  We remain suspicious of the unquantifiable, the intuitive, the mysterious.

Yet a culture that becomes a stranger to its own inner needs” which are, for better or worse, unquantifiable, intuitive and mysterious” is a culture that has lost touch with the best in its humanity, its sense of shared moral values, its ethics, creativity, passion, wonder and joy.

Could it be that, individually and collectively, we are failing to address one of our most basic human needs” the exploration of our mysterious inner life?

However wondrous, useful, ingenious and economically profitable the fruits of “progress,” none of them satisfy the needs that relate to the inner life, where the capacities for awe, wonder and mystery abide and seek nourishment.  Our failure to look within ourselves is directly related to our knowing destruction of the life-sustaining capacities of the planet, The logging of ancient forests, the frequent oil spills at sea, the perpetual creation of garbage, the extinction of 10,000 species per year” the whole litany of slow-motion environmental catastrophes from acid rain to the ozone layer to global warming” are acts of a society that has lost its sense of identity as a mortal, endangered species on a fragile little planet in a vast cosmos.  How else could a society show such little regard for posterity and commonweal, and engage in such flagrant acts of psychic self-mutilation?

The hunger in the American psyche for connectedness and spiritual renewal is not confined to our nation.  It extends to the peoples of third-world nations, many of whom have been made to feel estranged” by progress and politics, by poverty and famine” from the spiritual world their ancestors held dear.  It extends also to the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, where the suppression of the spirit has been deliberate for decades.  This is, in fact, a global hunger.

Vaclav Havel, Czechoslovakia’s dissident-turned-President, points out that the most dangerous walls are not political or military boundaries but, as he puts it, “the walls that mutually divide individual people and that divide our own souls.”  As a corrective, Havel announced that his presidential agenda would be “to bring spirituality, moral responsibility, humaneness and humility into polities and, in that respect, to make clear that there is something higher above us.”

Why has no American politician dared to speak similarly, let alone adopt such a platform?  How surprised would they be to learn that most Americans would

welcome a call to make commitments to higher values, to bring spirituality, moral responsibility, humaneness and humility into politics?

Too squeamish to confront these issues, mainstream secular culture has instead surrendered this territory to those on the fringes” the revivalists, the New Age swamis, the self-help ego boosters, the religious right.  This has been a mistake.  The desire to lead a more purposeful life, to search for ultimate meanings, is a central theme of human experience.

We need to reclaim this domain as a legitimate and urgent cultural concern.  In so doing, we must respect each other’s faiths, of course.  And let us standby the traditional First Amendment wall that separates church and state.  But let us not be so skittish or parochial as to think that one of the great human imperatives” the rediscovery and reinvention of a common spiritual life in our desolate modern age” can or should be suppressed.  If we think of our nation’s diverse religions as uniquely different streams that each feed into a single thousand-mile river” a river of humanity – can we agree to discuss that river openly and freely, as a common source of values that nurtures all of our spiritual traditions?

This spiritual urge is undeniable.  From the beginning of human history, we have been embarked on a search for transcendent meaning.  It is as if we were genetically coded to believe that there is a greater force and mystery framing our lives.  Which is why the next great improvement in the human condition will occur not through a millennial faith in technology but by uncovering a new, more spiritually satisfying notion of “progress,” one that requires a vertical leap of faith, a leap in our inner development.  The answer is not to ignore these issues in schools and other institutions.  It is to fling open the doors” and find new ways of learning more about our myriad values and spiritual traditions in order to realize what we all hold in common as a species.

Norman Lear, television producer, writer and director, created All in the Family and is a founder of the civil rights organization People for the American Way.

Gary Vaynerchuk Shares His Views on Quality of Life

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Gary Vaynerchuk

I m sure you have heard of Gary by now. He is a gutsy, charismatic, hard working, gifted entrepreneur who owns the wine category online through his site WineLibrary.TV.  He is best known as one of the world s experts in social media and online marketing.  However, as he continues to draw audiences, he is now just as appreciated by his talent as a motivational speaker.

He s also hilarious and totally authentic.

The highlight of the video is Gary s emphasis on the importance of being yourself.

“Not being yourself is exhausting.” How great a line is that?

In our 20’s and early 30’s, we start to realize the importance of being yourself for happiness and personal satisfaction reasons.  And then halfway through our careers, we start to realize that being yourself is also the greatest competitive advantage you could have for professional success.

Be yourself. There can t be a better life tip than that, and Gary Vaynerchuk is making the world a better place by spreading this message.

At 2:48 into this video, Gary shares a best practice on how he deals with bad days.  It s a great lesson about the importance of mindset; but it s also completely hilarious.  I love that he gave us such a specific, quirky example.  That s what it s all about.

Click on the below to watch the video.   Let us know what you think.

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Quality of Life Perspectives: Eric Bibb Talks About Gratitude

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As many of you know, I’m a huge fan of the musician Eric Bibb.  He is one of the great performers living today. He is a Grammy-nominated blues musician who despite his accomplishments may still be one of the best-kept secrets in music.

Eric s guitar work and lyrics are incredible; however it s something about his calm demeanor and uplifting spirit that makes him so successful connecting with audiences. Some of his best-known songs include “I Heard the Angels Singing” and “Shingle by Shingle.”

I had an opportunity to interview Eric over lunch in Japantown in San Francisco not too long ago.  [Later than night some friends and I saw Eric and Ruthie Foster play together at Yoshi’s and it was unreal.]

I knew before we met that he was a person with a inspiring and positive approach to life; you can tell just by the way he carries himself that behind the scenes he’s got some perspectives and practices that contribute to his quality of life.

My favorite part of our conversation was when Eric talked about gratitude:

“For me quality of life comes down to whether I am feeling peaceful, unanxious and grateful for the gift of life. Gratitude is the key to happiness I think. The ability to think, to be creative, to have senses that function, to be able to walk, to have freedom of movement. Those are tremendous blessings and sources of joy. Having enough to eat, having shelter, having companionship, having loving people around you; that s paradise. Clean water, nutritious food, health, mobility; that s paradise. I don t think it s so much a question of being happy or unhappy because each is part of the flow of life.”

Here are some of the other interesting perspectives and practices Eric shared that you might find interesting:

Mind:  Daily prayer

Perspective:  Realizing our connectedness with others

Health:  Yoga practice

Relationships:  Those that want to trip you up

Perspective:  Discovering your own path

Mind:  Thoughts matter

If you haven’t seen Eric Bibb perform, trust me it’s a great show…

Top Ten Quality of Life Contributors by Gil Gerstein

fQuality of life to me is living and loving consciously, embracing life s experiences, making small yet attainable goals and enjoying all the little moments that life brings.

1.  Think Positive
I believe that people are inherently good, things are always getting better and all challenges can be turned into accomplishments. By embracing struggle as a learning experience, all events can be positive.

 

2.  Honor Thy Sleep
I take sleeping very seriously. I get about eight hours every night and much more on the weekends. It is so vital for our health and happiness yet so overlooked. It heals the mind, soul and the body. It keeps you young and happy. Respect pillow time and you will feel the difference.

3.  Find Your Soulmate

Being with the right partner is the best feeling in the world. I waited to find my true soul mate and she only came when I was ready and felt truly deserving. She enriches my life, gives me purpose and fills my days with serenity and love.

4.  Verbalize Gratitude

Being grateful is a wonderful quality but verbalizing gratitude has a much more powerful effect. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy and when you express your gratitude towards others they often strive to attain even higher levels of the qualities you admire.

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Quality of Life Perspectives: Sidney Harman Cites Death of a Salesman

Sidney Harman epitomizes the term “wise man”. When he was 25, he was way ahead of the game in terms of knowing what is important in life and how to make positive things happen.At 92, lets just say he knows a lot about life…

Dr. Harman is a warm, energetic, generous man who also happens to be one of the great businessman of our time.His best known company was Harman International which he ran since for decades, retiring as chairman in 2008.He was writing about the competitive advantage of corporate human development and the importance of company culture back in the 1980 s  — way ahead of the late 1990’s gurus. Dr. Harman is also one of those “under the radar” philanthropists who has done a whole lot to improve society.

I got some great life perspectives from Dr. Harman during our interview.From how to play the longevity game to his exercise practice to advice on how to deal with difficult people.

But my favorite excerpt was Dr. Harman s response to my question, “What type of people do you admire?”

He responded by citing a passage from Arthur Miller s Death of a Salesman and then making his point from there.  Click below link and look for audio player at top.

Sidney Harman Talks About the Type of People He Admires

When it comes down to it, I think we are all drawn to those people who are doers and don t feel the need to showcase their successes to others.

But how perfectly did Sidney Harman put it?

Quality of Life Perspectives: Matthew Coleman

The other day I was chatting with Matthew Coleman, a landscaping specialist from southern California.  He was helping us with some work and we got to chatting.

 

We started talking about parenting and before I knew it we started getting into one of those deep, fluid, interesting conversations.  The kind you wish you could do more of but find yourself not having the time for.  [In fact, I started to tell myself I didn t have the time on a busy work day to chat – but thankfully I decided to chill and enjoy the rich experience presented to me.]

 

A minute into our conversation I realized some gems were forthcoming so I decided to record the conversation (with a phone video camera).  Below is a link to the conversation, in which Matthew shared his perspectives and practices around parenting.  CLICK ON THE PHOTO BELOW TO WATCH THE VIDEO.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Walt Whitman On Why Nature Brings Out Our Best

 

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“Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons.  It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”

– Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road.”

This passage is from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.  The poem is called “Song of the Open Road.”

Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

 

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune: I myself am good fortune;

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Strong and content, I travel the open road.

 

The earth: that is sufficient;

I do not want the constellations any nearer;

I know they are very well where they are;

I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

 

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;

I carry them, men and women: I carry them with me wherever I go;

I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;

I am fill d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

 

You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you are not all that is here;

I believe that much unseen is also here.

 

Here the profound lesson of reception, neither preference or denial;

The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;

The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar s tramp, the drunkard s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,

The escaped youth, the rich person s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,

They pass: I also pass: anything passes: none can be interdicted;

None but are accepted: none but are dear to me.

 

You air that serves me with breath to speak!

You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!

You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!

You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!

I think you are latent with unseen existences: you are so dear to me.

 

You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!

You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships!

You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d facades! you roofs!

You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!

You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!

You doors and ascending steps! you arches!

You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!

From all that has been near you, I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me;

From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

 

The earth expanding right hand and left hand,

The picture alive, every part in its best light,

The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,

The cheerful voice of the public road: the gay fresh sentiment of the road.

 

O highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me, Do not leave me?

Do you say, Venture not? If you leave me, you are lost?

Do you say, I am already prepared: I am well-beaten and undenied: adhere to me?

 

O public road! I say back, I am not afraid to leave you: yet I love you;

You express me better than I can express myself;

You shall be more to me than my poem.

 

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all great poems also;

I think I could stop here myself, and do miracles;

(My judgments, thoughts, I henceforth try by the open air, the road;)

I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me;

I think whoever I see must be happy.

 

From this hour, freedom!

From this hour I ordain myself loos d of limits and imaginary lines,

Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,

Listening to others, and considering well what they say,

Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

 

I inhale great draughts of space;

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

 

I am larger, better than I thought;

I did not know I held so much goodness.

 

All seems beautiful to me;

I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I would do the same to you.

 

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;

I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;

I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;

Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;

Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.

 

Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would not amaze me;

Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear d, it would not astonish me.

 

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,

It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

 

Here a great personal deed has room;

A great deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,

Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law, and mocks all authority and all argument against it.

 

Here is the test of wisdom;

Wisdom is not finally tested in schools;

Wisdom cannot be pass d from one having it, to another not having it;

Wisdom is of the Soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,

Applies to all stages and objects and qualities, and is content,

Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;

Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the Soul.

 

Now I reëxamine philosophies and religions,

They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds, and along the landscape and flowing currents.

 

Here is realization;

Here is a man tallied: he realizes here what he has in him;

The past, the future, majesty, love: if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

 

Only the kernel of every object nourishes;

Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?

Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

 

Here is adhesiveness: it is not previously fashion: it is apropos;

Do you know what it is, as you pass, to be loved by strangers?

Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

 

Here is the efflux of the Soul;

The efflux of the Soul comes from within, through embower d gates, ever provoking questions:

These yearnings, why are they? These thoughts in the darkness, why are they?

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood?

Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and always drop fruit as I pass;)

What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?

What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side?

What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore, as I walk by, and pause?

What gives me to be free to a woman s or man s good-will? What gives them to be free to mine?

 

The efflux of the Soul is happiness: here is happiness;

I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times;

Now it flows unto us: we are rightly charged.

 

Here rises the fluid and attaching character;

The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman;

(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself.)

 

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old;

From it falls distill d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments;

Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

 

Allons! whoever you are, come travel with me!

Traveling with me, you find what never tires.

 

The earth never tires;

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first: Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first;

Be not discouraged: keep on: there are divine things, well envelop d;

I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

 

Allons! we must not stop here!

However sweet these laid-up stores: however convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here;

However shelter d this port, and however calm these waters, we must not anchor here;

However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us, we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

 

Allons! the inducements shall be greater;

We will sail pathless and wild seas;

We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

 

Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements!

Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;

Allons! from all formules!

From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests!

 

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage: the burial waits no longer.

 

Allons! yet take warning!

He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance;

None may come to the trial, till he or she bring courage and health.

 

Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself;

Only those may come, who come in sweet and determin d bodies;

No diseas d person: no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.

 

I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes;

We convince by our presence.

 

Listen! I will be honest with you;

I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes;

These are the days that must happen to you:

 

You shall not heap up what is call d riches,

You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,

You but arrive at the city to which you were destin d: you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction, before you are call d by an irresistible call to depart,

You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you;

What beckonings of love you receive, you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,

You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach d hands toward you.

 

Allons! after the GREAT COMPANIONS! and to belong to them!

They too are on the road! they are the swift and majestic men; they are the greatest women.

Over that which hinder d them: over that which retarded: passing impediments large or small,

Committers of crimes, committers of many beautiful virtues,

Enjoyers of calms of seas, and storms of seas,

Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,

Habitués of many distant countries, habitués of far-distant dwellings,

Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,

Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,

Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of children, bearers of children,

Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers down of coffins,

Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years: the curious years, each emerging from that which preceded it,

Journeyers as with companions, namely, their own diverse phases,

Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,

Journeyers gayly with their own youth: Journeyers with their bearded and well-grain d manhood,

Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass d, content,

Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe,

Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

 

Allons! to that which is endless, as it was beginningless,

To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,

To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they tend to,

Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys;

To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,

To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,

To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you: however long, but it stretches and waits for you;

To see no being, not God s or any, but you also go thither,

To see no possession but you may possess it: enjoying all without labor or purchase: abstracting the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it;

To take the best of the farmer s farm and the rich man s elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,

To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,

To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go,

To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter them: to gather the love out of their hearts,

To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you,

To know the universe itself as a road: as many roads: as roads for traveling souls.

 

The Soul travels;

The body does not travel as much as the soul;

The body has just as great a work as the soul, and parts away at last for the journeys of the soul.

 

All parts away for the progress of souls;

All religion, all solid things, arts, governments,: all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of Souls along the grand roads of the universe.

 

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance.

 

Forever alive, forever forward,

Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble, dissatisfied,

Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men,

They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go;

But I know that they go toward the best: toward something great.

 

Allons! whoever you are! come forth!

You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you.

 

Allons! out of the dark confinement!

It is useless to protest: I know all, and expose it.

 

Behold, through you as bad as the rest,

Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people,

Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash d and trimm d faces,

Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

 

No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession;

Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,

Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and bland in the parlors,

In the cars of rail-roads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,

Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bed-room, everywhere,

Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,

Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial flowers,

Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,

Speaking of anything else, but never of itself.

 

Allons! through struggles and wars!

The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

 

Have the past struggles succeeded?

What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? nature?

Now understand me well: It is provided in the essence of things, that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

 

My call is the call of battle: I nourish active rebellion;

He going with me must go well arm’d;

He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions.

 

Allons! the road is before us!

It is safe: I have tried it: my own feet have tried it well.

 

Allons! be not detain d!

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen d!

Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn d!

Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!

Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

 

Mon enfant! I give you my hand!

I give you my love, more precious than money,

I give you myself, before preaching or law;

Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?

Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?