Why, then, have to be human?
“…Oh, not because happiness exists, that over-hasty profit from immanent loss, not out of curiosity, or to practice the heart… But because being here is much, and because all that’s here seems to needs us, the ephemeral, that strangely concerns us. We: the most ephemeral of all! Once, for each thing, only once, once, and no more. And we too, once. Never again. But this once, to have been, though only once, to have been an earthly thing – seems irrevocable.
And so we keep pushing on, trying to achieve it, trying to contain it in our simple hands, in the overflowing gaze and the speechless heart. Trying to become it. Whom to give it to? We would hold onto it forever… Ah, what, alas, do we take into that other dimension? Not the gazing which we slowly learned here, and nothing that happened, nothing. Suffering, then. Above all, then, the difficulty, the long experience of love, then – what is wholly unsayable.”

Rainer Maria Rilke