Of the inexpressible realm

Things are not 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 – Letters to a young Poet

The question I am left with in my own life is whether life, legacy, and legend may find themselves in the realm of works of art… Indeed, there are those who see these things as art forms… forms that take as much mastery and craftsmanship as the poem or the painting. To craft our lives, to live for legacy, to grow legends around us… these clearly make their way into the inexpressible.

Truly there are not words for the depth of the human experience. Truly there are not ways of expressing the realities of face to face, life on life, other than in the cryptic and surreal.

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