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“Beatitude starts in the moment when the act of thinking has freed itself from the necessity of form. Beatitude starts at the moment when the thinking-feeling has surpassed the author's need to thinking - he no longer needs to think and now finds himself close to the grandeur of the nothing. I could say of the "everything". But "everything" is a quanitity, and quantity has a limit in its very beginning. The true incommensurability is the nothing, which has no barriers adn where a person can scatter their thinking-feeling.”

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Clarice Lispector
Clarice Lispector

Clarice Lispector was a renowned Brazilian writer, born on December 10, 1920, to a Ukrainian immigrant family, and passed away on December 9, 1977. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights, and she is considered one of the greatest Brazilian writers of the 20th century. more

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