“He wanted my human divinity, and that had to start with an initial stripping down of the constructed human. And I had taken the first step: since at least I already knew that being a human is a sensitization, an orgasm of nature. And that only through an anomaly of nature, instead of being the God as other beings are He, instead of being He, we wanted to see Him. It would not hurt to see Him, if we were as great as He. A roach is greater than I because its life is so given over to Him that it comes from the infinite, and goes toward the infinite without noticing, it doesn’t miss a beat.”
— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According To G.H.
