You are to be pitied more than I, perhaps. I soar above....

“ You are to be pitied more than I, perhaps. I soar above all your innumerable miseries, partaking of the nature of the angels; for, as you have said, my place is not in your narrow sphere. You have the earth, I have boundless space. Enchained here below by the thousand bonds of your gross, material senses, your spirits cannot plunge into that limpid Ocean of the infinite, where, lost for a day upon your arid shores, my soul drinks deep. ”

Herculine Barbin

From : Herculine Barbin: Being the Recently Discovered Memoirs of a Nineteenth-century French Hermaphrodite