"And you wait, keep waiting for one thing,
which would infinitely enrich your life,
maybe rare, maybe mighty, maybe uplifting,
depth that would reveal you to yourself,
In the dusk you notice the piles of books that muse you,
with their volumes in gold and brown,
and you think of far lands you've travelled,
of pictures of shimmering inspiring women,
And it comes to you all of a sudden,
you arise, for you are aware
of years in your distant past,
with it's fears,
and events,
and maybe a little prayers."
(Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926)
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