Peace at least. All that was dross and
residue vanishes from my soul as if it had never been. I'm alone and
calm. It's like the moment when I could theoretically convert to a
religion. But although I'm no longer attracted to anything down here,
I'm also not attracted to anything up above. I feel free, as if I'd
ceased to exist and were conscious of that fact.
Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 381
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