“Time is not the hard restriction to which we keep, always aware of where we stand in its relation. No, it is fluid and it flows around, over, through me, barely stroking my consciousness as my awereness of the world around me is swept away. Pulled away, a million smooth points of contact creating eddies and wakes, pulling at me, twisting me, turning me, leaving me a turbulent obstacle in a previously laminar and utterly silent force. I leave Terra to flirt with Chronos, dizzy, free, no longer bound and in this moment no clear cut conflict or desire for my liberation either.” ~A friend who wishes to remain anonymous.
Sent to me by EJO:
You are so young; you stand for beginnings. I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will, gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day. Perhaps you are indeed carrying within yourself the potential to visualize, to design, and to create for yourself an utterly satisfying, joyful, and pure lifestyle. Discipline yourself to attain it, but accept that which comes to you with deep trust, and as long as it comes from your own will, from your own inner need.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet