"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 hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Enbody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let every thing happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don t let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. -Rainer Marie Rilke