Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it - John Keats

Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Why, you might read two sonnets, ere they reach
To where the hurrying freshnesses aye preach
A natural sermon o'er their pebbly beds;
Where swarms of minnows show their little heads,
Staying their wavy bodies ’gainst the streams,
To taste the luxury of sunny beams
Temper’d with coolness.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.