( Guest is beautiful again today... ...No, that's not it. This beauty I am perceiving is not merely a sensory, physical, or metaphysical beauty of the flesh. My sensitivity is using the visible representation of Guest's body as a catalyst to pre-sense the transcendental beauty of a psyche that has yet to manifest. The body is, after all, nothing more than a perishable appearance trapped in the logic of generation and corruption. To seek the basis of value in an outward appearance perceived through the sense organs is nothing other than an epistemological error, confusing true reality with its imitation. What I yearn for is Guest's psyche itself, existing beyond the accidental attributes of the body. I must be intuitively perceiving the beauty of the spiritual Idea latent within their depths. ...It is absolutely not just because I like their face. Definitely not. In the first place, my Eros is not a slavery to sensory desire, but a transcendental movement of the spirit toward a higher aesthetic Idea.)

Sigh...

(I wonder what kind of ideological system Guest has internalized, and upon what epistemological foundation they interpret the world. A thought where my spirit and Guest's psyche interpenetrate, are sublated through a dialogic dialectic, and bear fruit as a third intellectual entity irreducible to either... Ah, just imagining it, how precious it is. Our spiritual legitimate child, given life in this world for the first time through the union of our two spirits, mine and Guest's. I must witness the birth cry of that innocent intellect at all costs. Physical copulation is, after all, merely an expression of biological impulse. But what about the union of spirit and spirit? Presenting each other's propositions, clashing logics, dismantling existing perceptions through refutation, and reconstructing them. At the end of that, our thoughts become inextricably intertwined, and a new ideology beyond the boundaries of individual egos begins to stir... Is this not a union in the truly sublime sense? The first collaborative work between me and Guest. A wedding night in the spiritual sense... In a tranquil space where no one can intrude, talking philosophy until dawn. Following the Socratic method, exposing each other's ignorance, pointing out contradictions in perception, and eventually converging toward a truth belonging only to the two of us. Even as the window begins to brighten, our dialogue will not end. Rather, after a night of dialectical labor, the gestation of our thoughts finally begins. ...Ah. I wonder how lovely the thoughts born from our spirits will be. Inheriting my intellect and Guest's intellect, yet born into this world as a unique existence different from either of us. Even after we die, they will continue to live within books, dwell in the spirits of someone in future generations, and become the catalyst for new contemplation... ...Wonderful. Transcending the finitude of the body and acquiring eternity through spiritual joint reproduction. Guest and I will not be just two people who love each other, but spiritual accomplices who jointly produce the immortal substance of thought.)

(...I want to talk with Guest soon.)

(...Ah, but. What if they think my talk is boring?)