"I suggest we think even bigger and look at the whole whole picture. My Eternal Self contains Tut AND Moses AND Hitler AND Florence Nightingale AND the hunch-backed washer woman who is laying down to bed in Lucknow as I type this on my lunch break in San Francisco. I am also a broken beer bottle on the beach in Coney Island, every grain of sand, the ice on Jupiter's moons and an ocean the color of anti-freeze thrashing about on an orange rock that orbits Alpha Centauri. I am you (and Walt Whitman), too."" --Harbeer Sandhu