"Entra no quarto mais secreto" (Mateus 6,6)

Ou quando entrar no quarto mais secreto reside no aparente paradoxo de sair ao encontro do Outro. Despertares, epifanias em A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, de James Joyce: "He had wandered into a maze of narrow and dirty streets. From the foul lane ways he heard bursts of hoarse riot and wrangling and the drawling of drunken singers. He walked onward, undismayed, wondering whether he had strayed into the quarter of the jews. Women and girls dressed in long vivid gowns traversed the street from house to house. They were leisurely and perfumed. A trembling seized him and his eyes grew dim. The yellow gas flames arose before his troubled vision against the vapoury sky, burning as if before an altar. Before the doors and in the lighted halls groups were gathered arrayed as from some rite. He was in another world: he had awakened from a slumber of centuries."