The Open Road.  The great home of the Soul is the open road.  Not heaven, not paradise.  Not "above."  Not even "within."  The soul is neither "above" nor "within."  It is a wayfarer down the open road. . . .
Meeting all the other wayfarers along the road.  And how?  How meet them, and how pass?  With sympathy, says Whitman.  Sympathy.  He does not say love.  He says sympathy.  Feeling with.  Feel with them as they feel themselves.  Catching the vibration of their soul and flesh as we pass.   
It is a new great doctrine.  A doctrine of life.  A new great morality.  A morality of actual living, not of salvation. 
 _{"Whitman."  D. H. Lawrence}