My dear Minerva or
Her first name was Vestale Mayekthlia
Everyone admires Mayekthlia for the greatness of her courage, which cannot be shaken by the unjust disdain born of the fear of loving her.
The oppressed of others had been sliding over her for forty years.
To punish this seditious contempt,
She was Mariamne’s Jeopardy, she had that naturalness that made these latter spew out that little comma-dash that made them print out their inner tragedy.
We couldn't read his preface because it was an inimitable work!
She said that sentence with a touching naturalness:
You speak very highly of yourself, and very poorly of others and of me.
I am delighted to see so much fairness and modesty in you, and it is this that encourages me to write to you with confidence and sincerity.
I LOVE YOU...
You accuse the others of having brought down your tragedy through a horrible and scandalous brawl.
Everyone agrees with you,
Ladies and gentlemen,
But nobody is unaware that you need help!
When I watch you trample the first performance, I recall my memories of the others, or I endured life.
And to prevent this from happening again...
I tell you "I love you"
The world is cruel: is this the preface you are looking for?
She had that natural quality of being, not mean, and creating so much healing around her
She had this will to speak of sex: “It is what gives Birth to life, if you know how to respect and define it, in yourselves as a sharing of the 7 rays”
This Vestal was the most beautiful prelude to love
We could add that no one can have enough authority to prevent this Vestal from taking pleasure.
Because as the author and owner of her life, who could have that credit!
But you will certainly be careful to listen to all these words, for they were a beautiful prelude to love!
And I was saying to that vestal, THANK YOU!
Thank you so much!
Lollipop
