From One Of Woman-Born

You won't find me puffed-up with a false glory, like a simple flag pretending to be a banner of glory, or a worthless currency slipping unnoticed through transactions. Eventually falseness must confront the truth behind the screen of things. It's an ancient reality, already exposed by ancient writers. Herodotus witnessed the the glory of Croesus, the King of Lydia, collapse before the new glory of Cyrus the Persian. And the world's richest man became its poorest, except in the bitter wisdom he purchased through his fall. I have learned from such lessons. I will bury my wayward will in the commonest of fates, and declare myself simply one of woman-born. That simplest truth will conceal me in the mass of humanity. I will not claim to be an exceptional figure for others to cite as evidence of conquest or wisdom. I exist within the huge circle of humanity, often bewildered, rarely gifted with special grace by fate, simply one of woman-born, to live, to thrive as best I can, devoted to the ones I love, whose love is poured over me like fine oil.