The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space. - Ranier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Monday, August 13, 2007

Letter 2

Dear Josephine,

Last night I dreamed about the elusive "Steven" and I woke up with an understanding that I will be seeing him again. I wonder whether or not to believe in this prediction. Do dreams really explain that hidden capsule of self that shimmers in semi-conscious states?

What does the word "happiness" mean? Can anyone truly be "happy"? I think the word is so universal that its meaning has become trampled to such an extent that now it is dangled above every head, us - the guppies, happiness - the bait that never lets go of its hook.

love,
l.c.

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