To be a Christian philosopher: in an art museum with masses suffering from near-sightedness - a bland preoccupation with the only things they are able to see: that which is presented close to the eye. But the philosopher: his farsightedness leads to tripping over obstacles and himself - why?: he is too focused on the art! The true philosopher is not worried by their jeering: for he can't see them - and the masses fret over why the philosopher keeps stumbling - he cannot focus on the things that are close. The study of philosophy leads to a farsightedness: and he is always bottling up the experiences he has there - when alone: he enjoys the fragrance of the experience trapped within in recollection! The soul of a philosopher: a transit warehouse for such mystical bottles!