The Bees of The Invisible

Catrin Welz-Stein

Silence is not empty but… full of answers. It is only when you are able to “shut up”, avoiding unnecessary discussions, that you show your intelligence and wisdom. This is the kind of philosophy that wasn’t born to be taught but to be “practiced”.

— Luciano De Crescenzo

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Everywhere transience is plunging into the depths of Being… It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again, “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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The Five Remembrances:

I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old.

I am of the nature to have ill health. There is no way to escape ill health.

I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.

All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape being separated from them.

My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand.