Surprisingly, you did not talk. I wonder what refuge there may be in a non-word. I even asked the butterfly flying discreetly in the sunny garden. Someone - I do not remember who - said (or wrote) that the flight of the butterfly is like applauding with one hand alone. Curious definition, seemingly incomprehensible, even if it has an undeniable charm.

But back to us seeking to clarify things: you mentioned Schopenhauer and I remember that the thought of the need is freedom and that the spirit in itself creates a world of morality, where freedom, in turn, becomes a necessity. Apart from the fact that this is Hegel, I think, are you sure can put two very complex concepts on the same level?

You’re probably trying to tell me that time has reached certain limits for you. It is not so simple, my dear, because time has clearly less consistency than it apparently seems to make us believe. It flies from the hands so quickly that, by comparison, the sand is a stable element.

Let me think about what I need and end here, for now! I appreciated your letter, genuine and passionate. Read here my answer, while awaking your next impressions, accompanied by the silent applause, constant and sincere of this butterfly which reminds me how much I believe in you. Not too much.