Fernando Pessoa “On Perfection & why we don’t love God.”

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. Perfection never materializes.
The saint weeps, and is human. God is silent. That is
why we can love the saint but cannot love God.
I reread? A lie! I don’t dare reread. I can’t reread. What
good would it do me to reread? The person in the
writing is someone else. I no longer understand a thing…

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