We are endlessly offered into life: all time is ours.
And what any one of us might be worth,
death alone knows – and does not tell.
Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, II, 24
We are endlessly offered into life: all time is ours.
And what any one of us might be worth,
death alone knows – and does not tell.
Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, II, 24
