there indeed will always be a tiny little corner of ones mind where something premature yet permanent lurks, it is that corner of ones mind
that hides itself from all that surveys the insides, all that threatens to disturb it. But then without facing those plausible causes of turbulence
prematurity can not be let go of. So suddenly one day you come to realize that to have enough courage to climb the summit of ones being one has to stoop to ones abyss.
ones abyss has to be completely ones own before ones summit does.