I feel my soul as vast as the world, truly a soul as deep as the deepest of rivers; my chest has the power to expand to infinity. I was made to give and they prescribe for me the humility of the cripple. When I opened my eyes yesterday I saw the sky in total revulsion. I tried to get up but the eviscerated silence surged toward me with paralyzed  wings. Not responsible for my acts, at the crossroads between Nothingness and Infinity, I began to weep.

Frantz Fanon, Peau Noire, masques blancs
1952, Réédition Le Seuil, collection “Points”, 2001