At one point in his Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke addresses the poet's anxiety about solitude - specifically, the way in which solitude has allowed the poet to spend more time thinking about self-doubts, life's insecurities, and a general fear and helplessness in the face of what seems unknowable. Rilke suggests that it is precisely in these moments of fear that we, in a sense, get closest to life itself, to a reality of life that is indeed frightening, namely, that it is everywhere unpredictable, and that unpredictability, if we look at it squarely, belies the emptiness - the falseness, at least - of our desire to construct a life that consists of pattern, routine, reliability.
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