Bereft of knowledge before the heavens of my life, I stand astonished. Oh the great stars. Their rising and their setting. How quiet. As if I did not exist. Am I taking part? Do I discount their pure power? Does it rule the movement of my blood? I will yearn for no closer connections and accustom my heart to its farthest reaches. Better it live with the spine-chilling stars than with the pretense of some protection hovering near.
(Rainer Maria Rilke – “Uncollected Poems”)