Make no mistake: this man is doing nothing.
After a weekend of extreme feats of laziness, I came across this excerpt of a letter from Rilke to Rodin, by way of Geoff Dyer’s engrossing book, Our of Sheer Rage:
“I have often asked myself whether those days on which we are forced to be indolent are not just the ones we pass in profoundest activity? Whether all our doing, when it comes later, is not only the last reverberation of a great movement which takes place in us on those days of inaction…”
Ah! So my idle time wasn’t wasted, but necessary to allow eventual brilliance to percolate. Thanks, Rilke!
