Sylvia Plath once wrote of a friend, 'She is something vital.'
Sylvia Plath once wrote of a friend, 'She is something
I write today to inform you of the same about yourself.
possess life-giving properties no less powerful than those
the sun. Your very birth was the result of a benevolent,
ancient conspiracy of the universe. You are the enduring
debris of expired stars, the body that you dwell in houses
portion of the energy the celestial ancestors gave to the
universe as light and life. This is your inheritance: a
homestead in deep space from which you can (and must)
embrace and endure the signs of life.