让我想起了里尔克的 "I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a grave and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.
“Reality burst open.” “Give me some proof of God!” “Longing and denial. Trust and distrust. I don’t know if love is proof of God’s existence, or if love is God himself.” “For you, love and God are the same.” “That thought helps me in my emptiness and my dirty despair. Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance, and despair into life.”