Scorpio
Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth.
George Gordon Byron, Selected Poems
The private rules you follow exist because someone else taught you something that rearranged how you move through the world. You never call when you are angry anymore, or you always check the back door twice, or you save the best bite for last. These habits feel like your own decisions, but they carry the shape of whoever showed you a different way to be. The rule is yours now, but it remembers being made by two people in conversation. What you protect in private is often what someone else helped you discover about yourself.