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Kernspins

“Nowhere, beloved, will be world will as inside. Our life goes with despair. And forever lesser fades the outside. Where once there was a permanent house – now conceived figments jump in – proposing, askew to the thinkable – completely obedient, pertinent, as if still standing inside the brain. Wide storages of power the Zeitgeist creates to itself, shapeless as the exciting urge, which he wins out of everything. Temples he does not know any more. This waste of the heart, we save it up more secretly. Yes, where yet one still overcomes, a once prayed thing, a served, a kneeled – it holds itself, as it is, already out into the unseen. Many catch sight of it no longer, but without the advantage that they are now building it internally, with pillars and statues even greater” (Rilke 1997:198)