Philosopher and writer Jean Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir sitting around a table drinking tea together in Paris, France in May 1946

Yes, no. I was but a few butt years old, when this lady talked. Yes, She and Jean Paul Sartre met in that quivering coffee shop in Paris to shred the world. No, I did not attend that famous coffee shop. Yes, I would pass it by decades in the future. With a tremor. Yes, they were screaming my name to join them for a discussion. In vain. No, I did not hear them. Yes, I waved a heart. And a soul.
Maurice Merleau-Ponty, I was plodding my way to you. But, Jean Paul, Simone, I love you too.