This is one of those cases in which the imagination is baffled by the facts.
You could have knocked me down with a fender.
The chickens have come home to roast.
I look like the wrath of grapes.
I wasn't under the impersonation you meant me.
The coffee will be ready in a jitney.
I'm a member of the weeper sex.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
If you run you stand a chance of losing, but if you don't run you've already lost.
There is a strong current in contemporary culture advocating ' holistic ' views as some sort of cure-all. . . Reductionism implies attention to a lower level while holistic implies attention to higher level. These are intertwined in any satisfactory description: and each entails some loss relative to our cognitive preferences, as well as some gain. . . there is no whole system without an interconnection of its parts and there is no whole system without an environment.
No nostalgia runs deeper than that for something one has never known and now cannot obtain.