… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, the next a star.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sunset” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
Instead of just looking up into the sky, you’re actually gazing down into the infinite cosmic abyss, with only gravity holding you onto the surface of the earth.
oh
i was not prepared for that
