But you have to admit that thinking so is HUGELY inspiring. My holy , very holy since day one, imagination has been my saviour when I was filled with bad impressions about me from the wolrd and hatred. I judged my parents CONSTANTLY as too simple unenlighetned people all my young life.

I totally lacked tolerance for mother's crazy foibles. And for the longest time I forgot: the heart is the seed. Enlightenement comes later.