Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace. She was such an intensely genuine soul. I have a hard time reading this book, which is not the first time. It's just that she takes away so much illusion, for me.
On the Eucharist: "God did not make himself flesh for us once, every day he makes himself matter in order to give himself to man and to be consumed by him. Reciprocally, by fatigue, affliction and death, man is made matter and is consumed by God. How can we refuse this reciprocity?"
Well, when you put it that way, Simone, we can't. I swear, the notion of "dying to self" was no game with her. She lived it and died it.