How cool is that - a reader who thanks you for articulating what he could not, as a fellow fan of Nietzsche, and your call to Oxford, and of course your handwritten aphorisms. I love the one on not blaming water, should we harden, and our hearts turn to ice. And this: "And my soul, a stringed instrument,
Sang, touched by invisible hands." —Nietzsche

I love good news. You are brimming with it!