Give me your hand:
 I will now tell you
 how I entered the inexpressible
 which has always been my blind and secret quest.

 How I entered
 into what exists between
 the number one and the number two,
 of how I saw the line of mystery and fire,
 and that it is a surreptitious line.

 Between two notes of music there is a note,
 between two facts there is a fact,
 between two grains of sand however close together
 there is an interval of space,
 there is a feeling that is between feeling
 in the interstices of primordial matter
 is the line of mystery and fire
 which is the breath of the world,
 and the continuous breath of the world
 is what we hear
 and call silence. 

– Clarice Lispector