They say eyes are the window to the soul. While I don't necessarily disagree, I find this discernment somewhat underwhelming. I have not always thought this, however. For a considerable time, I understood eyes through their functionalism - they are the very organ used by one to visualize, and thus interpret, their world. Rather than a window to the soul for me , they were a window to the world for you . As time went on, things changed. I looked into the eyes of those close to me. Deeper Deeper Deeper I fell in love, I continued looking. Deeper Deeper Deeper Then, You. One day I looked into a set of eyes and was met with something I could never have imagined. It wasn't anything I could see. It wasn't the hues of greenish...
I'm excited to be by your side, holding you're hand, and watching with you as the sky of whatever city we're in is lit ablaze by the annual practice of pernicious patriotism.
Raner Maria Rilke - Excerpts from Letters to a Young Poet , 1903-1908 Worpswede, near Bremen July 16, 1903 My dear Mr. Kappus: I have left a letter from you unanswered for a long time; not because I had forgotten it — on the contrary: it is the kind that one reads again when one finds it among other letters, and I recognize you in it as if you were very near. It is your letter of May second, and I am sure you remember it. As I read it now, in the great silence of these distances, I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life, even more than I was in Paris, where everything echoes and fades away differently because of the excessive noise that makes Things tremble. Here, where I am surrounded by an enormous landscape, which the winds move across as they come from the seas, here I feel that there is no one anywhere who can answer for you those questions and feelings which, in their depths, have a life of their own; for even the most articulate people are unable to help, s...
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