Ele a ela

And you – you put things so clearly and so beautifully to me – so crystal clear – it looks simple and true. You are so terribly clever, so nimble. I distrust your cleverness. You make wonderful patterns – everything is in its place – it looks convincingly clear – too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions – so that one only thinks one has been given all you thought, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers, and layers – you’re bottomless… your clearness is deceptive. You’re the thinker who arouses the most confusion in me, most doubts, most disturbances.

Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin, 1933