Rilke

“if there is no communion between other people and yourself, try to be near things, which will not desert you; the nights are still there, and the winds that go through the trees and over many lands; among things and with the animals everything is still full of happening, in which you may take a part.” 

- Rilke, Letters To a Young Poet 

When I did feel that any relation I had to other people was never the right one to allow into my darkest depths, I did immerse myself in these eternal things - things still so full of happening and life - and had indeed resigned myself to these being the singular complete refuge for my soul. I still intently share in them for myself. But my soul has a refuge now, in another human being. Something I've never accomplished with complete success like this before. Fantastical.