It must be madness for a woman to sit in a lonely room, by a lonely fire, looking at the vast emptiness of the desolate Moors to create the world's greatest masterpiece. That is called survival mechanism. That is called luminescence. That lonely woman has given me immense solace and courage over the years. There have been moments when I have been so spellbound by her brilliance that I have walked her walk guided by her light. I must admit, there have been several moments when I have envied her, envied her with so much vehemence that it is hard to fathom. I have spilled my soul on the wall to wall Persian carpets and harvested poems in the deep regions of my obsidian heart. I have walked in the gardens of elysium hungry for a poem that never arrived. And in those dark moments of wordlessness that Lone Warrior from Yorkshire never fails to arrive with a light. merci beaucoup.