My eyes already touch sunny hill,
Going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.
It has its inner light, even from a distance.

And changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which hardly sensing it, we already are;
A gesture waves us on, answering our own wave...
But what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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