baudot

The moment of realizing some fundamental truth brings a shock of sensation with it: a wash of feeling that we have found something precious; Something to be treasured, remembered, considered, and kept. It is identical to the sense of falling in love.

This goes a long way to explaining how the scientist, the philosopher, the artistic hermit are able to stand the isolation so often attendant to those crafts. While for the rest of humanity the loneliness becomes unbearable, until they must leave their dens and brave the embarrassments of courtship. While they are worn smooth by this suffering, the philosopher remain unpolished and immature, content with the wash of love found in an equation or an exquisite brushstroke.