I FLY..I JUST FLY..

    I FLOAT
The sun and stars that float in the open air... the
apple shaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift
of them is something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it
is happiness,
And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation,
or bon-mot or reconnaissance,
And that it is not something which by luck may turn out
well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain
contingency.
  This=AggressvLoyalty
               LIVING.