Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them Did not board ship with grief among their maps?

That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.

5One or two things are all you needto travel over the blue pond, over the deeproughage of the trees and through the stiffflowers of lightning --- some deepmemory of pleasure, some cuttingknowledge of pain.6But to lift the hoof!For that you needan idea.7For years and years I struggledjust to love my life. And thenthe butterflyrose, weightless, in the wind."Don't love your lifetoo much," it said,and vanishedinto the world.

After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.