Thought is metaphysical when its motive is distance.
The everyday brings us closer to existence.
The easy gazers are living in a dream.
The thinker’s becoming real.
Is irony too sentimental?
Is its faith in our era waning?
Two new words are needed, “enworlded” and “beselved.”
To be enworlded is to be beselved.
To be beside yourself is to be fully conscious.
By the seaside, the beautiful sea.
Is it possible then that I’ve misunderstood the question?.