Oh, the joys of travel! To feel the excitement of sudden departure, not always knowing whither. Surely you and I are in agreement about that. How often did my life seem concentrated in that single moment of departure. To travel far, far--and that first morning's awakening under a new sky! And to find oneself in it--no, to discover more of oneself there. To experience there, too, where one has never been before, one's own continuity of being and, at the same time, to feel that something in your heart, somehow indigenous to this new land, is coming to life from the moment of your arrival. You feel your blood infused with some new intelligence, wonderously nourished by things you had no way of knowing.
Ranier Maria Rilke
Letter to a friend
February 3, 1923
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