The philosopher is permanently in love. Like a lover who waits by the phone for the beloved to call; the philosopher waits by nature’s side for her to call, for her to nourish him with her sweet voice that makes itself manifest in the turbulent poetry that is thinking. To put his mind to rest through the poetic chaos that is thought. The philosopher speaks the language of nature (physis): communicates with nature herself at every instant and every thought - he lives and breathes physis.
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