Isn't one supposed to be beyond it when one lives for the now, this moment, as I'm typing these words, this Sunday morning, 5-9-2021, 7:45 am? Everything that happens finds itself where it finds itself, the Nous placing it where it's supposed to be. I can't believe that I'm writing this way. I've been influenced; I'm becoming mystified, or I didn't sleep sufficiently. It's better to laugh, Anthi, especially on Sundays. Take care! PS O Greece!