“Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.
And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.
And another man, who remains inside his own house,
stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,
so that his children have to go far out into the world
towards that same church, which he forgot.”
—Rainer Rilke, as translated by Stephen Mitchell
“We look at the world once, in childhood.
The rest is memory.”
—Louise Glück
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