Do those clowns really believe what they teach?
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.
He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.
One is always at home in one's past.
Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.