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| Towards the forest II, Edvard Munch |
"I love the dark hours of my being
in which my senses drop into the deep.
I have found in them, as in old letters,
my private life, that is already lived through,
and become wide and powerful now, like legends.
Then I know that there is room in me
for a second huge and timeless life."
—Rainer Maria Rilke, from A Book for the Hours in Prayer, trans. Robert Bly
Sometimes dark hours literally come in the dark of night, but being a night owl, I find those hours can be really productive if I use them gently and quietly.
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