it's a love story ... the lover is a man the beloved a woman ... it's a traditional love story ... the lover seeks ... the beloved hides ... and when the lovers meet for she loves him as well we all find she had good reasons to hide ... first of all she wasn't always hidden ... who can be called if he cannot hear ... how long could he be sleeping before he turned to despair ... to keep him waking she must allow him a punctuated presence ... he would have her everywhere ... somehow she must satisfy that desire ... and if she were not here now she might be soon ... if life were a false fabric she must hold it together by always being true ... so she had at least the air of permanence the promise that when he found her it would be final ... in the meantime she would leave traces ... he must learn to love her in these aspects ... to follow her in these formal ways ... no mere sentiment when she did appear she must be material and effective ... for the marks she leaves in his memory must light his steps to the end of time ... he has eternity to follow
*Where for instance is my lap when I have stood up? as answered by Aristotle and Aquinas
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