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