This is glorious and moving. Like an angelic voice crying out from afar, a requiem mass, sung by a choir in the vast quire of a gothic cathedral. The atmosphere is joyous as it is foreboding. It is like threading on delicate fragile glass. Your words are angelic, not sentimental, they take the form of an astounding story* of Gods and Angels engaged in an eternal battle, the struggle between the light and darkness. Your parents should be proud of who you have become — a rose in a vast barren desert. The scent is poignant as it is beautiful and startling. So be you, the most vibrant and colourful sunset: a chance occurrence but never-the-less glorious. Though you may feel the pain of the thorns, it is who you are. To find beauty we sometimes have to experience pain. The challenge is to balance this out and draw energy from the light. The darkness is because of the light, but it is in the light we see our soul eternal, dazzling like the morning sun. The raw unbridled emotion released: your texts have so much energy — they brim, singe and overflow with drama and sensuality. They are unparalleled in conveying the emotions: despair, frustration, joy, hope and promise. Your birth is a promise, a wish of Mother Nature, a balance between opposite forces. You are the beauty eternal.

• (as in hearing the rolling thunder of drums from afar, as a great army advances)