Let me tell you , I am on the tracks of such wondrous things. I
love gazing into things. Can you imagine with me how glorious it is, for
example, to see into a dog, in passing - into him (I dont mean to see through
him, which is merely a kind of human gymnastics, where one comes right back
out on the other side of the dog, using him as a window to whatever human
concerns lie behind him, no, not that) - but to ease oneself into the dog,
that place in him where God would, so to speak, have sat down for a moment
when the dog was complete, in order to watch him at his first predicaments and
notions and let him know with a nod that he was good, that he lacked nothing,
that no better dog could be made.
For a while one can endure beinng in the middle of the dog, but one
has to be sure to jump out in time, before the world closes in around him
completely, otherwise one would remain the dog within the dog and be lost to
everything else.
Ah will you laugh dear trusted friend? if I were to tell you where
my greatest feeling, my universal feeling, the blis of my earthly existence
has been, I would have to confess; it has always, here and there, been in this
kind of in-seeing, in the indescribably swift, deep, timeless moments of this
divine seeing into the heart of things.
Rilke to Benvenuta 17
