I said, did I not, that all the walls had been demolished except the last—? It is of this wall I have been speaking all along. One would think I had stood a long time before it; but I’m willing to swear that I began to run as soon as I had recognised that wall. For that is the terrible thing, that I did recognise it. I recognise everything here, and that is why it goes right into me: it is at home in me. - Rilke

It’s hard to say what I felt when I read this, but it was definitely something most welcome in the middle of the early morning. I have avoided something familiar & comfortable because of fear, & surprise that it still existed post-demolition. Of course I’ve known people who have avoided me for the same reason also. I thought of all of them this morning.