" Oh not because happiness exists,

that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.
..............

But because truly being here is so much ; 

because everything here apparently needs us , 

this fleeting world , which in some strange way keeps calling us. 

Us , the most fleeting of all.

..............

... Ah, but what can we take along into that other realm ?

 Not the art of looking , which is learned so slowly, 

and nothing that happened here.  Nothing .

The sufferings , then. And , above all , the heaviness ,

and the long experience of love - - -

just what is wholly unsayable . "

- Ninth Duino Elegy, Rainer Maria Rilke.