O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted.
To be the sailor of the world, bound for all parts.
O will I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave.
To mount the scaffolds, to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance.
To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on.
O to have life hence forth the poem of new joys.
To indeed be a god!

W.Whitman