disquiet

“I weep over my imperfect pages, but if future generations read them, they will be more touched by my weeping than by any perfection I might have achieved, since perfection would have kept me from weeping and, therefore, from writing. The saint weeps, and is human. God is silent. That is why we can love the saint but not God.”

Pessoa, F. (1991). The Book of Disquiet. New York: Pantheon Books.