how to tell - well you take yourself off to Scotland - maybe Stirling - then on a misty morning you go outside and the air is like crystal and you walk a little way and then the sound of bagpipes comes to you on the breeze and the mist begins to flow in curtains down the slope, and as the higher land begins to come into view you feel your heart begin to thump and your blood feels like freshly uncorked champagne and you feel that you could climb that hill if the bagpipes kept playing.
In fact you feel that you could run up there, and then fight and win a battle - or you could fly up there and do anything, though you might weep a little afterwards because it is all so incredibly wonderfully - something indescribable.
It is nothing you can understand on an intellectual level, nor do you need to prove anything with names or dates .
Anne the Pleater :ootd:
I presume to dictate to no man what he shall eat or drink or wherewithal he shall be clothed."
-- The Hon. Stuart Ruaidri Erskine, The Kilt & How to Wear It, 1901.
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