He started by reading a Walt Whitman poem that my friend Michelle shared with me yesterday called a noiseless, patient spider.
|A noiseless, patient spider,|
|I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;|
|Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,|
|It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;|
|Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.|
|And you, O my Soul, where you stand,|
|Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,|
|Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;|
|Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;|
|Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.|
|I know that is pretty heavy stuff, but it is good. Our souls, like a spider, are casting out filaments hoping that they will reach others to make a connection.|
He also read this quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.:
I'm not sure that explaining those two things further would make them more meaningful. In fact, I think they would have less than an impact if explained.
So read them again :-)