First, Priyanka, you have inspired me to write a poem, soon to be forthcoming.
Second, how wonderful that you read Sartre. You have inspired me to do the same.
Third, how true that words take on different meanings with time. Different meanings to the writer and to the readers. And, isn't that one of the glories of words and writing? Words are never static, concrete, or immobile but always fluid and flexible. Words are butterflies, not rocks.