But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us.
Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing.
Just once; no more.
And we too, just once.
And never again.
But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, 9th, 1923
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