For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breatheourselves out and away; with each new heartfirewe give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us:you’re in my blood, this room, Spring itselfis filled with you . . . To what end? He can’t hold us,we vanish within him and around him.

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breatheourselves out and away; with each new heartfirewe give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us:you’re in my blood, this room, Spring itselfis filled with you . . . To what end? He can’t hold us,we vanish within him and around him.

– Rainer Maria Rilke –

Duino Elegies

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