The nocturnal glory of being without
being anything! The sombre majesty of splendors no one knows.… And
I suddenly experience the sublime feeling of a monk in the wilderness
or of a hermit in his retreat, acquainted with the substance of
Christ in the sands and in the caves of withdrawal from the world.
Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet, p. 15
translation: Richard Zenith
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