Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
We waltzed Lisztlessly.
Time is the mother and mugger of us all.
A pronoun, too, will aptly reflect the number of its antecedent: "they" does not refer to one person, no matter how many personalities she or he has, or how eager you are to skirt the gender frays.
Killing time takes practice.
Art is only abstract when you look the other way.