You must never, I say to myself, curse life again. The beauty comes from the difficulty, the trap-door -ever-giving-way-to- trap-door infinite capacity of life. That we survive it is amazing, that we suffer is beautiful, because we are suffering in jewels. Glittering in the sun with all the decadent superb richness of our life's experience, dripping from our wrists and our fingers and the tips of our hair. And when we leave this world and walk into the opal light that we have come to think of as God, we will not go naked. We will go glittering.