mirabile visu

“You want to have. You want everything. But having is forbidden to human beings. Having everything. And for woman, it’s even forbidden to hope to have everything a human being can have. There are so many boundaries, and so many walls, and inside those walls, more walls. Bastions in which, one morning, I wake up condemned. Cities where I am isolated, quarantines, cages, “rest” homes. How often I‘ve been there, my tombs, my corporeal dungeons, the earth abounds with places for my confinement. I’m here, the sentence is of a really unforeseeable type and duration. But I feel, after all, “at home.” What you can’t have, what you can’t touch, smell, caress, you should at least try to see. I want to see: everything. No Promised Land I won’t reach someday. Seeing what you will n(ever) have. Maybe I have written to see; to have what I never would have had; so that having would be the privilege not of the hand that takes and encloses, of the gullet, of the gut; but of the hand that points out, of fingers that see, that design, from the tips of the fingers that transcribe by the sweet dictates of vision. From the point of view of the soul’s eye: the eye of a womansoul.”

If you don't attain happiness, always remember that you are on the right path, and make every effort not to stray from it. The main thing is to avoid telling lies, all kinds of lies, keep from telling lies to yourself in particular. Watch out for your own deceitfulness, and do so every hour and every minute. Avoid indulging in disdain, too, for others and for yourself; whatever seems bad within you will be purged simply by virtue of the fact that you have noticed it yourself.