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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480322" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fear of the Inexplicable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished<br>the existence of the individual; the relationship between<br>one human being and another has also been cramped by it,<br>as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of <br>endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the <br>bank, to which nothing happens. For it is not inertia alone<br>that is responsible for human relationships repeating<br>themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and<br>unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new,unforeseeable<br>experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes <br>nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation <br>to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustively<br>from his own existence. For if we think of this existence of<br>the individual as a larger or smaller room, it appears evident <br>that most people learn to know only a corner of their room, a<br>place by the window, a strip of floor on which they walk up and <br>down. Thus they have a certain security. And yet that dangerous<br>insecurity is so much more human which drives the prisoners in <br>Poe's stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeons<br>and not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their abode. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about<br>us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us.<br>We are set down in life as in the element to which we best <br>correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of <br>years of accommodation become so like this life, that when we <br>hold still we are, through a happy mimicry,scarcely to be<br>distinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no reason to<br>mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors, <br>they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abuses belong to us; <br>are dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we <br>arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us<br>that we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now <br>still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust<br>and find most faithful. How should we be able to forget those<br>ancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into <br>princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses<br>who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps <br>everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless <br>that wants help from us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rainer+Maria+Rilke">Rainer Maria Rilke</a><div class=q>
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