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In the sad disarray of my confused emotions.

He had achieved all that he'd aspired to—money,
love,
friendship,
recognition,
travels,
collections.

I'm a widowed house,
cloistered in itself,
haunted by shy and furtive ghosts.

Every philosophy is a diplomacy dressed up as eternity.

I was never convinced of what I believed in.

I quickly realized that for me the solution to the
religious problem meant solving an emotional problem in rational terms.

And then I'm visited by thoughts which are
absurd but which I can't reject as completely absurd.

These principles seem fundamental to me.

—Pipa Gomes, A Riqueza de um Doido