… “What question, if any, would you have me answer?”

There was one that did not hesitate. 

More eager, and much less bashful than the others, she stood up straight aways and called out to her:

“What age are you?” 

“What age are you, oh holiest of holies?”

And this she spoke, in a voice that resounded like the entire multitude of creation, all in song, all at once:

“What age I am, if that be in truth…

In age, I am older than my days

In thought, I am younger than my imaginings 

In form, I am the equal of my being.

In that… in that be my age.”

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Fife Coastal Path, between Cellardyke and Crail, Scotland, U.K. ~ 9 June 2023