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[theoptia]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

Text ID: You give dreams to my night, songs to my morning, aims to my day, and sun-wishes to my red dusk. You give without end. And I kneel and hold my arms up to receive your grace.

[shisasan]

She radiates warmth, easy self-assurance, and infinite kindness. 26 June 1905, Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

[bleeding-seraphic]

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The first three panels came out really well and the rest is. Hm

[terakuhn]

0n June 24, 1947, private pilot Kenneth Arnold reported seeing unidentified flying objects flying past Mount Rainer. In a radio interview from June 26, 1947, Arnold described the unidentified flying objects as looking "something like a pie plate that was cut in half with a sort of a convex triangle in the rear."

[poetic-questions]

—Rainer Maria Rilke, "Letters to a Young Poet"

[quietlotus]

“May what I do flow from me like a river,

no forcing and no holding back,

the way it is with children.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

[radical-revolution]

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

[bestseatatthebar]

Robin by Rainer Matthias Gillessen

[fiendishartist2]

I saw him at a birthday party once. All the older kids were down in the basement playing video games, to hide from everyone. He was down there, too. He was older than the rest of them, though.

[druid-for-hire]

There's this sort of anthropomorphizing that inherently happens in language that really gets me sometimes. I'm still not over the terminology of "gravity assist," the technique where we launch satellites into the orbit of other planets so that we can build momentum via the astounding and literally astronomical strength of their gravitational forces, to "slingshot" them into the direction we need with a speed that we could never, ever, ever create ourselves. I mean, some of these slingshots easily get probes hurtling through space at tens of thousands of miles per hour. Wikipedia has a handy diagram of the Voyager 1 satellite doing such a thing.

"Gravity assist." "Slingshot." Of course, on a very basic and objective level, yes, we are taking advantage of forces generated by outside objects to specifically help in our goals. We're getting help from objects in the same way a river can power a mill. And of course we call it a "slingshot," because the motion is very similar (mentally at least; I can't be sure about the exact physics).

Plus, especially compared to the other sciences, the terminology for astrophysics is like, really straightforward. "Black hole?" Damn yeah it sure is. "Big bang?" It sure was. "Galactic cluster?" Buddy you're never gonna guess what this is. I think it's an effect of the fact that language is generally developed for life on earth and all the strange variances that happen on its surface, that applying it to something as alien and vast as space, general terms tend to suffice very well in a lot more places than, like... idk, botany.

But, like. "Gravity assist." I still can't get the notion out of my head that such language implies us receiving active help from our celestial neighbors. They come to our aid. We are working together. We are assisted. Jupiter and the other planets saw our little messengers coming from its pale blue molecular cousin, and we set up the physics just right, so that they could help us send them out to far stranger places than this, to tell us all about what they find out there.

We are assisted.

And there is no better way to illustrate my feelings on the matter than to just show you guys one of my favorite paintings, this 1973 NASA art by Rick Guidice to show the Pioneer probe doing this exact thing:

"... You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. ..."

Gravity assist.

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke; "You See, I Desire a Lot,"

[shisasan]

I, too, am as hopelessly turned outward, thus also distracted by everything, refusing nothing; my senses, without asking me, attach themselves to anything intrusive — whenever there’s a noise I give myself up to it and am that noise. 26 June 1914, Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

[pickled0ctopus]

[supfag]

RAINER DAWN

[saintsebastiensbf]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

[fuckyeahbroski]

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