Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: “It’s over—,” even when from the stage a gray gust of emptiness drifts toward me,even when not one silent ancestor sits beside me anymore—not a woman, not even the boy with the brown squint-eye:I’ll sit here anyway. One can always watch

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: “It’s over—,” even when from the stage a gray gust of emptiness drifts toward me,even when not one silent ancestor sits beside me anymore—not a woman, not even the boy with the brown squint-eye:I’ll sit here anyway. One can always watch (Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies)