Personality: Bedrock or (magnetized) Gravel?

King Lear

Wordsworth speaks about "The fountain light of all our days", Yeats of "The foul rag and bone shop of the heart". The stuff that forms us - what we hold on to - is it loss or freedom to let it go? If the weather is too hot where you are, I understand completely if you don't want to ponder this.

Things are actually better with the king in question for now. But in the lil world o art here, I may be working it out for awhile.