"I'm so vast. I'm coherent: my canticle is profound. Slow. But growing. It's growing still more. If..."

"I'm so vast. I'm coherent: my canticle is profound. Slow. But growing. It's growing still more. If it grows enough, it turns into a full moon and silence … and a phantasmagoric lunar surface. Witness to the stopping of time. What I wrote you is serious. It will turn into a hard, imperishable object. What comes is unforeseen. To be uselessly sincere, I must now say that it's six fifteen in the morning."

-     Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life