living bigger

I spent the day at the beach. as we were rushing out the door I grabbed something to read. A tiny book called Letters to a Young Poet in which, at the beginning of chapter 3, you find Rilke describing Niels Lyhne (by Jen Peter Jacobsen):

there seems to be everything in it from life's very faintest fragrance to the full big taste of its heaviest fruits. There is nothing that does not seem to have been understood, grasped, experienced and recognized in the tremulous after-ring of memory, no experience has been too slight, and the least incident unfolds like a destiny, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide web in which each thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another and held and borne up by a hundred others. You will experience the great happiness of reading this book for the first time, and will go through its countless surprises as in a new dream. But i can tell you that later too one goes through these books again and again with the same astonishment and that they lose none of the wonderful power and surrender none of the fabulousness with which they overwhelm one at a first reading.

One just comes to relish them increasingly, to be always more grateful, and somehow better and simpler in one's contemplating deeper in one's belief in life, and in living happier and bigger. (Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, Chapter 3)