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Things We Forget: Each stone, blossom, child

This Rilke poem is at the heart of "Simple and Forgotten Things." The poem reminds me how it feels to get small again, like a wave reaches for the ocean floor to build its strength before it can form. At the start of this week, I needed a reminder of what that feels like. What…

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Darwin could work only a half hour at a time

I, too, can work ... I am an optimist in spite of it all. Darwin could work only half an hour at a time; yet in many diligent half-hours he laid anew the foundations of philosophy. I long to accomplish a great and noble task; but it is my chief duty and joy to accomplish humble…