I thought this novella’s meaning came from its failure to achieve. It does not capture the present, it cannot capture the unity that it searches for in removing the ‘you’ and ‘I’, it ultimately does fail; but Lispector is not afraid of failure, for it is there that we read what is unwritten. 

Though we may never be able to lose ourself, we may never be able to capture the present, O, we can try, we can think we achieve, and that is a gift; to be able to live, experiencing such ecstasy and sadness, having a secret we must speak, even if in silence.