Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one,
at the end of the path which I've only just begun.
So we are grasped, by that which we could not grasp,
at such great distance, so fully manifest—
and it changes us, even when we do not reach it,
into something that, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a sign appears, echoing our own sign...
But what we sense is the falling winds.
"The Walk" by Rainer Maria Rilke (1924)
"Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything."
'but your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.'
"Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything."
'but your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.'
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