The New, my friends, is not a matter of
letting machines force out our handiwork.
Don’t be confused by change; soon those who have
praised the “New” will realize their mistake.
For look, the Whole is infinitely newer
than a cable or high apartment house.
The stars keep blazing with an ancient fire,
and all more recent fires will fade out.
Not even the longest, strongest of transmissions
can turn the wheels of what will be.
Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons.
More than we experienced has gone by.
And the future holds the most remote event
in union with what we most deeply want.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Appendix to The Sonnets to Orpheus, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via growing-orbits)
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