We discover that we do not know our role; we look for a mirror; we want to remove our make-up and take off what is false and real. But somewhere a piece of disguise that we forgot still sticks to us. A trace of exaggeration remains in our eyebrows; we do not notice that the corners of our mouth are bent. And so we walk around, a mockery and a mere half: neither having achieved being nor actors.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
(Why am I attracted to the bleak writings of these existentialists?)
meandering thoughts of an aging grade school music teacher who recently rediscovered the joys of cycling
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