[b]Clarice Lispector
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.[/b]
Nope. For me it went the other way.
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Who, “me”?
Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.
For example, the sheer vastness of it.
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that’s a bit much.
“I dare you to get this”, he groused.
The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.
On the other hand…
Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
In other words, uh-oh…