But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us..... Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,
just once. And never again. But to have been
this once, completely, even if only once:
to have been one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.

--Rainer Maria Rilke, "Ninth Elegy"

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