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 °¡´ÉÇÑ ÀÏÀϱî, ÀÌÅä·Ï ¹«°Å¿î »êÀÇ ¹«°Ô¸¦ ¶Õ°í °¡´Â °ÍÀº, 
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³Ê¹«³ª ±íÀÌ µé¾î¿Í ³¡Àº º¸ÀÌÁö ¾Ê°í, 
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 ³ª´Â ±× ¾ÆÇÄÀÇ ¹«°Ô¸¦ °¨È÷ ÁüÀÛÁ¶Â÷ ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø°í, 
 ÀÌÅä·Ï Ä¿´Ù¶õ ¾îµÒÀº ³ª¸¦ ³Ê¹«³ª Á¶±×¸Ä°Ô ¸¸µç´Ù. 
 ±×´ë°¡ ½ÅÀ̶ó¸é, ´Ü´ÜÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ¿©, ¾ÆÇ ¸¶À½ÀÌ ¹«³ÊÁö°Ô Ç϶ó, 
±×¸®ÇÏ¿© ±×´ëÀÇ ¼ÕÀ» ÅëÇÏ¿© ³ª¸¦ ¿ÂÀüÈ÷ »õ·Î ž°Ô ÇÏ°í, 
³ªÀÇ ¸ðµç ºñÅëÇÔÀ» ´ãÀº ¿ïÀ½Àº ¿ÂÀüÈ÷ ±×´ë°¡ ¹Þ¾Æ ÁÖ¼Ò¼.
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It¡¯s possible I am pushing through solid rock
in flint-like layers, as the ore lies, alone
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: everything is close to my face,
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don¡¯t have much knowledge yet in grief
so this massive darkness makes me small.
You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in:
then your great transforming will happen to me,
and my great grief cry will happen to you.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
(translated by Robert Bly)