Do we lose all objectivity with this utterance of Absolute? Keats is to be patronized in the historical sense, and yet the subjective nature of this truth claim leaves much to be desired. What are your thoughts?
Shown here in silent silhouette, the everlasting sun is somewhat finite yet beyond anything phenomenological. Extended phenotypes spinning round, transcending our footprints if but for a moment. Will these memories last a lifetime? Perhaps.