Ah, so that must have been her mystery: she had discovered a trail into the forest. Surely that was where she went during her absences. Returning with her eyes filled with gentleness & ignorance, eyes made whole. An ignorance so vast that inside it all the world's wisdom could be contained & lost. Clarice Lispector
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The idea of “eyes filled with gentleness” is very interesting. It implies that this person must have been extremely gentle inside to be able to see the world in such a way. However, it is quite obvious that her eyes are not filled with gentleness. Instead, she is quite blind and the only thing she can see is that which she wants to see, which can include her own ignorance. She would go into the forest to find answers but come out with nothing more than knowledge of herself.

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