Sometimes her body does things she can’t understand. It leaps ahead of her thoughts and conscious feelings.
“From this I reach what I might call a philosophy; at any rate it is a constant idea of mine; that behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we — I mean all human beings — are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet…
let her be, let it pour,
let her twist and turn, let her soar,
let her fail, hell let her burn,