“Why don’t you think of him as the one who is coming”
“Why don’t you think of him as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity, the one who will someday arrive, the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? What keeps you from projecting his birth into the ages that are coming into existence, and living your life as a painful and lovely day in the history of a great pregnancy? Don’t you see how everything that happens is again and again a beginning, and couldn’t it be His beginning, since, in itself, starting is always so beautiful?”
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letter Six (LTYP, trans. Stephen Mitchell)
Underlines mine, Two Thousand and Four / São João do Estoril, Portugal.