No, no, one can imagine nothing in the world, not the least thing. Everything is composed of so many isolated details that are not to be foreseen. In one’s imagining one passes over them and hasty as one is doesn’t notice that they are missing. But realities are slow and indescribably detailed.

No, no, one can imagine nothing in the world, not the least thing. Everything is composed of so many isolated details that are not to be foreseen. In one’s imagining one passes over them and hasty as one is doesn’t notice that they are missing. But realities are slow and indescribably detailed.

– Rainer Maria Rilke –

The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

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