more words from Rilke

"...if there is nothing in common between you and other people, try being close to things, they will not desert you; there are the nights still and the winds that go through the trees and across many lands; among things and with the animals everything is still full of happening, in which you may participate; and children are still the way you were as a child, sad like that and happy,--and if you think of your childhood you live among them again, among the solitary children, and the grownups are nothing, and their dignity has no value."