I can see that the storms are coming
by the trees, which out of stale lukewarm days
beat against my anxious windows,
and I can hear the distances say things
one can't bear without a friend,
can't love without a sister
...
Winning does not tempt him.
His growth is: to be the deeply defeated
by ever greater things.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
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