She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.
... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.
maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it
Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.