We dont know when, but those who arrive will leave one day as well.
What is it then between us? What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us? asked Walt Whitman in his iconic ode to the unstoppable succession of being as he contemplated the generations who, long after he has returned his borrowed atoms to the universe, would walk the same streets and traverse the same waters and burn with the same human passions. Half a century down this generational river, Rilke insisted...
Published on May 03, 2020 17:46