on the morrow

Going here with the brother. And here. Just a little excited to bundle up and see the city in the winter and to loose myself in a bit of good art and to have an all-day date with him.

I have been reading Letters to a Young Poet and remembering how good it is a to read a book just because I want to and I can. I have missed that all semester long. And so this --

"You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do no now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
(Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet)

And the point is, to live everything.

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