http://people.tribe.net/0495f949-dc52-4409-a783-0c640f2ea6cf/blog Tribe.net. Local Connections http://people.tribe.net/0495f949-dc52-4409-a783-0c640f2ea6cf/blog/82dad328-4ddf-441e-a0f0-a8814aadc4e4 <a href="http://people.tribe.net/0495f949-dc52-4409-a783-0c640f2ea6cf/blog/82dad328-4ddf-441e-a0f0-a8814aadc4e4"> <img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/c41/7e9/c417e9b1-93c4-49ad-a890-1ed75fecc6ff.thumb" width="65" height="65" alt="" /> </a> <div> O How everything is so far away and so long ago departed. I believe that the star from which I receive such glittering light has been dead for thousands of years. I believe that something frightening was said in the boat which just passed by. In a house, a clock has marked the hour . . . In which house? . . . I would like to leave my heart behind and step out under the immense sky. I would like to pray. That one of all these stars must certainly still exist. I think I know which one has endured,— which one, at the end of its heavenly ray, stands like a city of white light . . . -Rilke</div> Wed, 15 Feb 2006 17:06:21 GMT http://people.tribe.net/0495f949-dc52-4409-a783-0c640f2ea6cf/blog/82dad328-4ddf-441e-a0f0-a8814aadc4e4 kate 2006-02-15T17:06:21Z