Itโs possible, Iโm moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; Iโm so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.
Rainer Maria RilkeA birdsong can even, for a moment, make the whole world into a sky within us, because we feel that the bird does not distinguish between its heart and the world's.
Rainer Maria Rilke