Thank you, Mr. Turkey, for giving your life for us.
For nourishing our family.
Centerpiece for the mouse family Thanksgiving feast tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving, Tout le Monde!
Rilke’s famous words to a 19-year-old poet in 1903:
“I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”