Without self-restrictions (Metaphor)
According to G.H., “going to sleep is very much like the way” that she now has of going to her “freedom.” Giving herself over to something she doesn’t understand is like “placing” herself “on the brink of nothingness.” It is “going just by going, like a blind woman lost in a field.” Sleep is the only one territory of freedom she has, for she had “tamed” living and made it “familiar.” Giving herself over is “like reaching out a hand to God’s ghostly hand” and entering that “ghostly thing” which is called “a paradise.” “The paradise” she doesn’t want, for she is afraid of her own freedom. G.H. doesn’t like the state of not knowing where she goes.
Tiny (Metaphor)
The world we live in is definitely great, as this narrative leads us to contemplate. Just think about it, imagine how diverse it is, how both beautiful and ugly it is. Every time G.H. ponders her place in it, “the hugeness of the world” makes her “shrink.” She is like a child “walking alone across the earth.” This woman confesses that she is absolutely unprepared that only her love “of the entire universe” could console her and satisfy her. Being “the very egg-cell of things,” love is the leading force. However, she has yet to learn what love means.
