A trained player knows how to balance the two with grace. So it’s not a matter of which is better, but rather is like the yingyang in Taoism philosophy, which requires the art of coexistence. I have a feeling though, that the latter should be reserved for senility, whereas the blooming and ripening season should be devoted to the perfection of the former, which then properly teaches one the essence and genuine difficulty of striking an opportune silence. I must admit having too precociously plunged myself into the world of platonic adulthood, the provenance of which has been constantly under the guise of prudence, specific to scientific stereotypes. Well science is after all the quest for the most naked, bloody truth. And why would one not be equally aroused in front of something foreign to him due to lack of experience, as other things alien to the entire human race? My inner consciousness yearns more forcefully than the collective cognizance of my people, that’s for sure. But it also triggers greater fear of openness due to possible misinterpretation as egotism, miserliness, etc. So again it’s about balancing inner guilt with public indictment. I prefer to morph my sphere of livelihood in the most efficient way with respect to my work. But that by itself calls for transcending the environment to which I physically belong.