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