We are continually overflowing toward those who proceeded 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. It was within the power of the creative artist to build a bridge between these two worlds, even though the task is almost too great for a man. Everywhere transience is plunging into the depths of Being. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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