And there were stars expecting you to notice them.
--Rainer Maria Rilke, The First Duino Elegy
Just as bees gather honey, so we collect from all that happens what is sweetest--and we build Him. Even with the littlest, most insignificant thing, when it comes from love, we begin. We begin with effort and the repose that follows effort, with silence or a solitary joy, with everything we do alone without anyone to join or help us, we begin Him whom we will not live to see, any more than our ancestors could experience us, Yet they are in us, those long departed ones, they are in our inclinations, our moral burdens, our pulsing blood.
--Rainer Maria Rilker, Letters To A Young Poet