The realization that I must let the river flow
instead of trying to hold my hands up as a dam
as the water still flows from side to side
my tireless resistance, to what must be, amounting to so little
I must let the river flow
Herbert James Draper, The Lament for Icarus (1898)
Symphony of the Water Nymphs — Hans Zatzka (1859-1945)
So please … Be still here.
"For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth."