Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

You're tearing me apart!

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.