I live my life in growing rings
which move out over the things around me.

Perhaps I’ll never complete the last,
but that’s what I mean to try.

I’m circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I’ve been circling thousands of years;
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm
or a great song?

– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours

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