let's start this Cinderella long cold winter cubist style
"For this is the truth about our soul,...our self who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable."
let us call a spade a spade. 2011 was a tough year. debilitating and humbling.
"Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language...At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day." Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet.