Indeed.
“I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay
folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie. And I want my
grasp of things true before you. I want to describe myself like a painting that
I looked at closely for a long time, like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day, like the face of my mother, like a ship that
took me safely through the wildest storm of all.” - Rainer Maria
Rilke.
Goodnight.
Posted: Thursday - April 12, 2007 at 01:30 AM
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