Rilke wrote, “That I gently wipe away the look of suffered injustice sometimes hinders the pure motion of spirits a little.”
That there are such things as “spirits.”That we were born suffering, but that we are not meant to suffer.That the wind blows and the birches outside my window sing a little.And that cooing and chucking of the dove I hear is also a kind of song. —Mark Wunderlich
