This marvelous non-poem by e e cummings, who died on this day in1962, is well worth every behavior analysts reading and pondering as they go about their daily professional chores. I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters a very good God damn; that an artist, a man, a failure is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity — neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any un-understanding knowing and believing and thinking automation, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being — a feeling illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow. from i, a series of six nonlectures which E. E. Cummings delivered as the 1952-3 Charles Eliot Norton Lectures at Harvard.
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