For a moment, I want to STOP spouting my so-called intellectual ideas because I am not after all a savant (it is just one of my pathetic illusions). Today, I am going to post an excerpt from the book, "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rainier Maria Rilke.

"You are so young. You stand before beginnings. I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They can not be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. You need to live the question. Perhaps you will, gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer some distant day."