We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
