Nicola
you write:

It was a wonderful thing, so it seemed. I can write as fast as I can type, after: what was this: Socratic surgery. I thought I had some ideas? Might they have mattered? It seems they did, to me. But I offered to listen, and in the end I listened to nothing. Nobody cares. Parents are leaving Friday (no, Thursday). Immovable objects everywhere. Kids sick on the couch, parents packing boxes full of potato chips. One can't do anything against disinterest. Read the papers today (glanced at them). Did I really have any ideas? I can't remember really. I've lost interest. 

I told Nathaniel some of the things I've learned, and he took care to remind me he's busy. I have come to share your fate. Nobody wants to talk to me.  

It's true that "Nobody wants to talk to me."  but irrelevant because I find it much more satisfactory to talk than to listen. For these reasons:
a) I'm deaf and can't understand
b) What others (except for Klemens and you might want to tell me is likely to be so unuimportant as not to be worth listening to.
c) I like to do the talking.
d) It doesn't really matter whether anyone listens since no one could understand.
e) What I say to the void and to myself is very important (to me).

Saint John had it right. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

The Word, (or one of the Words,) that was in the begnning was Time.  The word Time always is. It had no beginning, it will have no end, The word Time obtains its meaning from my subjective experience of Time.  Subjective Time is long, lengthy, extended, without obvious beginning or end. Ich habe lange Weile, or Ich habe Langeweile, or Ich langweile mich, is to say in German, I am bored. The endless stretch of time is punctuated  by moments, instances of outward or inward recognition (vision or intuition). One name for such moments is Augenblicke (eye glances), They occur in the twinkling of an eye, e.g., at the last trumpet.

Subjective time is unique to each individual one of us, as unique as any perception or feeling, as unique as hunger, pain, joy, solitude, loneliness.  Time becomes common by mathematization; it is not the subjective experience of time which is common, but its being counted as seconds, days, years, millenia; its being measured as distances traveled on foot, by horse, by jet, by rocket,  by sound, by light ...  between two points in space, between two moments in time ...

Such as occurs between the "moment" when I "send" this letter, and the subsequent "moment" when I receive your reply

EJM