Live the questions

I walk across the moor, into the woods, past burial mounds, through The Forest of the Dancing Trees (long ago, farmers were allowed to cut down trees for their own use and they would take the straight ones and leave the bended ones) and I think: “All the answers are here.” I am not sure what that means and if it is more than just an abstract thought. They are not written out, they are not present in my mind, they are not tangible, I can’t see them, I don’t know them.

 

In his Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke wrote that you have to live the questions:

 

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

 

and this:

 

“If you trust in Nature, in the small Things that hardly anyone sees and that can so suddenly become huge, immeasurable; if you have this love for what is humble and try very simply, as someone who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier for you, more coherent and somehow more reconciling, not in your conscious mind perhaps, which stays behind, astonished, but in your innermost awareness, awakeness, and knowledge.”