One can love a thought. One is not for all that a specialist in this thought, nor capable of explaining it to others. One does not make of it a profession or a vocation. It is “only” a feeling. A feeling is like a phrase waiting to be formulated. One feels that one is thinking (even if only a little) “after” this thought. One must, one will have to, link onto it. One tries to find a way. This “after” is not yet fixed. What is certain is that this thought will be taken into account, and one will be accountable to it.