And if I cried, who’d listen to me in those angelic

orders? Even if one of them suddenly held me

to his heart, I’d vanish in his overwhelming

presence. Because beauty’s nothing

but the start of terror we can hardly bear,

and we adore it because of the serene scorn

it could kill us with. Every angel’s terrifying.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, “The First Elegy”