elsewhere » center of all centers, core of all cores, almond self-enclosed and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead. - Rainer Maria Rilke