Commentary (full lesson beneath commentary) As dreams of sin and guilt drop away, I am no longer my father’s daughter and my mother’s daughter, duty-bound to them in worldly ways. Now I turn into an innocent white pillar, which then expands into a cloud-white vapor, which lightly swirls and spirals upwards into an unDone ether(…)
No bird soars too high, if it soars with its own wings… — Friedrich Nietzsche
