there was unrest last night, the police circling, engines racing and roaring. r. watched the artist is present, i read an apprenticeship or the book of pleasures. a human being's most pressing need was to become a human being. then quiet, soft rain. 

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"Not understanding" was so vast that it surpassed all understanding — understanding was always limited. But not-understanding had no frontiers and led to the infinite, to the God. It wasn't a not-understanding like that of a simpleton. What was good was having an intelligence and not understanding. It was a strange blessing like that of having madness without being crazy. It was a gentle disinterest toward the so-called matters of the intellect, a sweetness of stupidity.

But sometimes the unbearable anxiety would come: she wanted to understand enough so that she'd at least become aware of everything she didn't understand.

Clarice Lispector

An Apprenticeship or THE Book of PLEASURES