Back at the beginning, brimful of grace and simplicity. Have a cup of tea, consider.
Here comes the polish of puberty: potential unfulfilled.
See the song lines imprint in the patina of crackling glaze marked with tannins. Follow the fault lines to their conclusion.
Step forth bravely, trespass, travel. Shed your reptilian skin and find chameleon promise, embrace fluctuations of colour and tone. You are a giant among men. Skip stones across new horizons, hurl boulders into ancient wells and listen to the resonance of the resulting 'gallolop'.
Learn. The door to knowledge is ever open but you must choose to continue your quest. Become a student of the universe if not universities. Remain open to the rhyme and meter of nature of planets, stars, galaxies.
Look also within. Plough the furrows of your imagination to the ferny darkness of its corners, bathe in creativity.
Follow your compass heading from Cancer to Capricorn. Explore the latitudes of ancient civilisations. Shamen will instruct you, medicine men, spirits summoned from the forest. Enrich your memories with mountains and oceans, Islands and currents for the time will come when you are washed up, shipwrecked.
You will sit at the end of your time in The Red Lion and rejoice that the forgotten road was one that you travelled. It will nourish you to the end. Others may see you drinking tea from a cracked teacup, but you will know the value of each fault line in the glaze, each path that was followed. The aroma of peony, darjeeling, chrysanthemum, will stir olfactory senses to a dancing mirage of memories and you will know that you have lived a nourished existence.
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