We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be

Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.