To all who loved Baraka, I include an excerpt from a book by Victor Hugo that I hope it will give you some comfort:

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads he white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
‘Gone where?’
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear he load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes on another shore watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :’Here she comes!’
-Victor Hugo ‘Les Travailleurs de la mer’