And when she told me, eyes flashing, "the one most important value is to love yourself" I asked her in one breathbut how do you love the self the self that the self that is in transition, evolving, im(ex)ploding colouring over tradition?
How shall I love what I do not even know?
And when my Morrie, starting to quiver turned from solid to liquid she said in one breathyou gather up those *******-i-n-g pieces and you love them you love them s-o h-a-r-d anyway
And that's when it dawned that I'd be okay.
In a Sherlockian air, her slender fingers touched tips like a steeple over the one safe altar she knew, herself.
And so, as I began to build, I knelt at the steps.