Who am I kidding? Maybe 24 on, 24 off.
Thinking always begins with feeling and returns to feeling. This does not make it useless. It is vitally important that what thinking needs to be done, be done competently. I like to think of it as something amenable to the same care and precision that craftsmen use, and which is just as useful as any other built thing.
It means, among other things, that a thinker who has suppressed his or her tender feelings–love, appreciation, compassion, openness–cannot return home. They are stuck in Sartre’s cage.
L’inferne, c’est moi. I think that is right. I only took a week of French.