It's my birthday. Spam me with happy shit. - The Myth of the Open Road
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, Going were I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, 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 west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. * I will scatter myself among men and women as I go, I will toss a 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.