a store of space, a staggering world-display.
And we, too distant for a full beholding,
and yet too near it all to turn away.
A falling star, with which our scarcely-owned
heart's wish, with startlet uplook, is descending:
What is the beginning now and is the ending?
what's been committed? What has been condoned?
Muzot,11 and 12 august 1924
Renier Maria Rilke