It’s as if I’m pushing through massive mountains
through hard veins, like solitary ore;
and I’m so deep that I can see no end
and no distance: everything became nearness
and all the nearness turned to stone.
I’m still a novice in the realm of pain, —
so this enormous darkness makes me small;
But if it’s You — steel yourself, break in:
that your whole hand will grip me
and my whole scream will seize you.
Rainer Rilke – Translation by Edward Snow.
Move a mountain? Boring