quotEnsemble #5
‘ Who are you? ‘ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.
Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘ I-I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said the caterpillar sternly.
’Explain yourself!’
‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’
‘I don’t see, ‘ said the Caterpillar.
‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’
‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet, ‘ said Alice; ‘but when you have to turn into a chrysalis — you will someday, you know — and then, after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little bit queer, won’t you?’
‘Not a bit, ‘ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well perhaps your feelings may be different, ‘ said Alice; ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.’
‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously.
‘Who are you?’
excerpt from
“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”
by Lewis Carroll
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For those who are near you are far away, you write, and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.
And if what is near you is far away, then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great; be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend.
Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.
(…) Don’t ask for any advice from them and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
excerpt from
“Letters To a Young Poet”(letter 4)
by Rainer Maria Rilke———————————————————————————————————
for “Airloom”