Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from ‘Letters to a Young Poet’, tr. M. D. Herter Norton
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