Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.
Rainer Maria RilkeWhoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.
Rainer Maria RilkeBut you, divine poet, you sang on till the end as the swarm of rejected maenads attacked you, shrieking, you overpowered their noise with harmony, and from pure destruction arose your transfigured song.
Rainer Maria Rilke