A Whitman Moment

I do not work in a quiet environment, by any stretch of the imagination.  People around me talk all the day long, because that's their job.  Some days are noisier than others.

And some days, I find myself feeling as though I'm the quiet eye in the center of a perfect storm of noise that's all around me, that's enveloping me, and that makes me feel as though I'm part of it and it's part of me. That the noise is me and the world and me in the world, and then...

Then, all of a sudden, I realize that Walt Whitman's poem Song of Myself just started making a little more sense to me.