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You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. for those who are near you are far away, you write, and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast. And if what is near you is far away, then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great; be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Briefe an einen jungen Dichter [Letters To A Young Poet], 1903
May Ann liked this little self portrait from my sketchbook, so I am submitting it.
To be scrapped. Maybe
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Aw, 'twould be a pity to scrap it, it's gorgeous. -nodnod- I really love the yellowishness and the writing in the background... way cool. Only thing is, the left eyebrow (her (well, your) right) looks a bit odd... anyway, Bee-You-Tee-Full!