I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
If the current is right, one can drift to success.
Think of the many different relations of form and content. E.g., the many pairs of trousers and what's in them.
The ugly can achieve an absoluteness beyond the reach of beauty.
Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
In conversation, everyone sits in confident judgment on the world.