“We are
continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and
toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It is our task to imprint this
temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and
passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are
the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store
it in the great golden hive of the invisible.”
―Rainer Maria Rilke
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