It’s with such profound happiness. Such a hallelujah. Hallelujah, I shout, hallelujah merging with the darkest human howl of the pain of separation but a shout of diabolic joy. Because no one can hold me back now. I can still reason–I studied mathematics, which is the madness of reason–but now I want the plasma–I want to eat straight from the placenta. I am a little scared: scared of surrendering completely because the next instant is the unknown. The next instance, do I make it? or does it make itself? We make it together with our breath. And with the flair of the bullfighter in the ring.
-Opening paragraph from Clarice Lispector’s Água Viva