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We pay attention to things because they call us.
“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”[1]
We do not bestow our attention, like a torch, to enable others to appear. Others appear and call forth to us. They cross over. Like a metaphor.
[1] Rainer Maria Rilke, letter sent to Clara Rilke, April 8, 1907, in Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892–1910, trans. Jane Bannard Greene and M.D. Herter Norton (New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 1972), p. 274.