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I love the feeling of your heartbeat in my hands. My claws carefully around something that believes in me.
I will keep it safe. It won’t break. I promise.
With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?
Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
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