Vendôme

A close friend gifted me Rilke's "The Sonnets of Orpheus", and I am compelled to document these sagacious lines. You are what you read, after all.  Second elegy---  "Even his downfall was merely a pretext for achieving his final birth." Recently a series of happy happenstances led to a long-coveted outcome, and I may not have the appropriate judgments to decipher its future trajectory —  I certainly must regard it intently. Historians have difficulty demarcating one period of time from another, reaching a consensus only blearily. So how do we demarcate our microscopic and noise-infiltrated lives with tags like "pretexts" and "postscripts"? The answer is to change grandly and constantly, to initiate large changes faster than the rate of change life impels upon you. Make sweeping and not seeping changes, thus filtering out noise and quotidian coincidences that the mundane crowds experience.  Third elegy---  "This is what fate means: to be ...