“I believe in the flesh and the appetites; 
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. 
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from;
The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer; 
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.”  

  ―    Walt Whitman,     Leaves of Grass