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“You, you only, exist. We pass away, till at last, our passing is so immense that you
arise: beautiful moment, in all your suddenness, arising in love, or enchanted in the
contraction of work.
“To you I belong, however time may wear me away. From you to you I go commanded. In between
the garland is hanging in chance; but if you take it up and up and up: look: all becomes festival!”
― Rainer Maria Rilke