There is, at the moment, in philosophy, a resurgence of realism, after centuries of idealism. And yet these new realist philosophers still only think the real – think its primacy over mind. Our task, as real philosophers, philosophers of the real, is to live reality through the intensity of our spirit bound to body, and show that mind – the imaginative mind, the imagination – so conjured, is just as real. It is only when the mind slows down, as spirit dissipates, and starts to turn around itself like the last dregs of bath water going down the drain, a process we call thinking, that it all starts to go flat then sour. Reality cannot be thought (about). It can only be lived with spirit (by definition) and then, at a later date, maybe, recollected with the self same spirit.