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" I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater than one's self is,
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud,
And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe,
And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,
(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.)
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go
Others will punctually come for ever and ever. "
--Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself" Section 48
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Name: Charlie
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After dropping off my resume yesterday at the vet when we took Oona in for her liver enzymes to be drawn (excellent!), I got called in today for an interview. The job is mine! I didn't even have to compromise on my pay requirement. Well, it's like .30 lower than what I make now, but I rounded down because I thought there would be no way they would pay me that much. The fact that it's a 7 minute walk from my house totally makes up for that loss. I get to play with kitties all day! Literally, not only is there an office cat, but there are cats who need to be adopted running around quite frequently. So I'm going to wait until next week to figure out the specifics of how to give notice at the hospital. I'm so glad to be moving to a small practice environment. It was so funny, apparently both of the vets that worked on Oona were really excited about me and the owner really puts a lot of stock in how people's cats act as a reflection on them. And this was Oona, so of course everyone loves her because she is super sweet. If I hadn't mentioned it, this vet only services cats. It may be the only place in Houston that does so, and I know people come from all around to go there just from hanging out in the waiting room. I'm really happy and excited. So, I leave you all with this. Cat love while the sheets were being washed:
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