I hate and I love. Why? you might ask.
I don’t know. But I feel it happening and I hurt.
“I am an object loved by God. And that makes flowers blossom upon my breast. He created me in the same way I created the sentence I just wrote: “I am an object loved by God” and he enjoyed creating me as much as I enjoyed creating the phrase. And the more spirit the human object has, the greater is God’s satisfaction.”
Clarice Lispector