"For our grandparents a tower, a dwelling, a fountain, even their own clothing, their mantle, were still infinitely familiar; each thing was an ark in which they found humanity and added their own human heritage. For us, there is emptiness instad, indifferent things rush in, appearances of things, traps of life, they have nothing in common with the abode, the fruit, the cluster into which the hope and meditation of our grandparents had penetrated. Things endowed with life, things lived, the things admitted to our confidence, are in their decline and can no longer be replaced. We are perhaps the last ones who knew such things. The responsibility of preserving not only their memory, but their human and lyrical value rests on us." Rainer Maria Rilke.
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