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Go to the Limits of Your Longing

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly here:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

— Rilke, From The Book of Hours I, 59

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