A hora da estrela (The hour of the star) - Clarice Lispector

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was prehistory prehistory and there was never and there was yes. There has always been. I don't know what, but I do know that the universe never began. Let no one fool themselves, I only achieve simplicity through hard work. How can I start at the beginning if things happen before it happens? If there were apocalyptic monsters before prehistory? If this story doesn't exist, it will exist. Thinking is an act. The feeling is a fact. The two together - I'm the one writing what I'm writing. God is the world. Truth is always an inexplicable inner contact. My truest life is unrecognisable, extremely inward and doesn't have a single word to signify it. My heart has been emptied of all desire and is reduced to its last or first beat. The toothache that runs through this story has taken a deep bite out of our mouths. So I sing a high-pitched, syncopated melody - it's my own pain, I who burden the world and there's a lack of happiness. Happiness?
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