"But how are you supposed to be unafraid when you only rarely reach your sanctuary, and instead get trapped outside in life rising up and knocking yourself numb against its obstacles? This is why I long so impatiently to get to work, to begin my workday, because life can become art only once it has become work. I know I cannot extricate my life from the fates with which it has grown intertwined, but I have to find the strength to lift life in its entirety, exactly the way it is and including everything, into calmness, into solitude, into the quiet of profound labor. (Rilke)