How could we ever truly know a thing in all of its divinity? In the moment when we would freeze it in order to take it within the static confines of the mind, it would already have exploded and become much more than a single thing. What Rilke tells us about a rose could apply just as well to ANY object of our love. As he says: "You were rich enough to be yourself A HUNDRED TIMES in just one flower; that's the condition of a lover . . . But you never did think otherwise." How could the mind ever know a thing that is "a hundred times itself"? Only love can get at such a reality.
Photo: Colorado Columbine blossoms explode from a rocky outcrop, with Mt. Meeker in the background; Chasm Lake Trail, Rocky Mountain National Park, CO; June 29, 2012
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