Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.
Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.
My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.
Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.
Lies and promises are necessary but not sufficient.