God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Donโ€™t let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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