I do have a considerable reason: my deep feelings for the last Queen and my mother hadn't fully calmed as you probably know, there was a disastrous illness in the kingdom that took many dear ones to me. And I am truly sorry for not writing this letter sooner, but, to be honest, I had suffered loneliness for so long, that, eventually, I had forgotten my name. If you don't mind, I'd gladly come over someday soon and accept my lucky duty as your priestess, and, perhaps, even as a friend. Best wishes, Misery She enveloped the letter and called a servant. "Susanna, take this letter to Her Majesty," she said, "and tell her to hurry with the answer, I can't stay in this dark tower much longer." Susanna smiled and bowed her curly red-haired head. She was very happy to join the rest of the castle again. After eating the candy, Misery felt very tired. But instead of heading to the bedroom, she
The Spanish language is the most honest in regard to conventional notions of love: Te quiero means “I want you” as well as “I love you.” The other expression for “I love you,” te amo, which does not have this ambiguity, is rarely used – perhaps because true love is just as rare. LETTING GO OF SELF-DEFINITIONS As tribal cultures developed into the ancient civilizations, certain functions began to be allotted to certain people: ruler, priest or priestess, warrior, farmer, merchant, craftsman, laborer, and so on. A class system developed. Your function, which in most cases you were born into, determined your identity, determined who you were in the eyes of others, as well as in your own eyes. Your function became a role, but it wasn't recognized as a role: It was who you were, or thought you were. Only rare beings at the time, such as the Buddha or Jesus, saw the ultimate irrelevance
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