You and your ancestors have survived so much in the name of civilization, of progress:
imprisoned, lynched, persecuted, contaminated by plagues, deformed by fire and calamity, raped, poisoned, oppressed by the rich and powerful, or haunted by those you have oppressed, living death in the camps………. All of the worst of human acts and conditions can be found somewhere in the unbroken circle of your historical family and related spirits.
So, do not separate yourself away from these unspeakable things with an arrogant flick of the wrist, or stiff turning of the high jaw.
Your eternal spirit has known all evil during the struggle to keep goodness and purity afloat.
Joy and sorrow and the millions of gradations in between fill the pages in the yellowing book of you. You can turn to them for reference at your leisure, but remember that this book is on loan, and one day you must return it, and then return yourself to the air and the earth.
Each moment of your human journey is a vibration arranged in the revolving spheres. Fainting in the library, lifted in the arms of a mad man, waking to the taste of candle light and vintage red wine, iron-rich liver and leeks, a piano for your birthday in an alien land. Your handsome destiny slides in behind you on the piano stool, reaching around you to play your childhood Schumann as Dixie, and read glorious female poetry before bed. Bed – the ample stage of birth and death, and of cyanide suicide in fancy dress. There your destiny becomes a spoon at your back.