This has just flown off to an industry person with an interest in a period of my professional life. As usually the case, despair was never far away, and my personal life in disarray. The industry person expressed apologies for asking questions about this; without being aware of the distress involved…

One of the features of growing up in public is that our personal history;
continues to return: good, bad, indifferent.
However, there are opportunities within that to refine our practice and discipline.
Of which much wittering could be wittered.

The good news: if we become the person we already are when born;
but tend to lose sight of as we grow into our strange world;
then our personal history belongs to another person, one that is no longer me.

At which point, it ceases to have a hold over us;
and becomes information which may be useful if I return to it for reflection.

In respect of historic fears: at a certain point, where our lives have taken on a life of their own; that is, we are increasingly who-we-are rather than who and what we were; the history loses power over us.

As old Work Persons have said, they don’t know whether it’s because of their work; or just being old.

I incline to the view that it’s the work that is important.

Being old, you just forget things; but if the history is refreshed their power returns; to an extent.

When we are who-we-are, now, the history of who we were belongs to someone else.

Robert Fripp
Thursday 3rd. December, 2020
Bredonborough. Middle England