Sylvia Plath once wrote of a friend, 'She is something vital.'
I write today to inform you of the same about yourself. You
possess life-giving properties no less powerful than those of
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 a
portion of the energy the celestial ancestors gave to the
universe as light and life. This is your inheritance: a corporal
homestead in deep space from which you can (and must)
embrace and endure the signs of life.


Alana Massey