We press forward.
But this march of time --
consider it a glimpse
of what endures.
All that hurries will
soon enough be over,
because what lingers
is what consecrates us.
O, young ones, don't waste
your courage on speed
or squander it in flight.
Everything is at rest:
darkness and light,
blossom and book.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Headed home.
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