Ideas are not people

What's worse than being lectured by someone you having nothing in common with? Knowing they will never understand. Knowing things are beyond repair. Knowing this permanent divide is the end of that road.  Knowing the lies. Knowing the truth.  Knowing the truth hides.  It seems It would be impossible to embrace the vacuous effigy.  How do you burn empty space?  There you stand hugging an invisible body of a person created with words.  Words formed into ideas. Ideas of what suffering would feel like if only you had the opportunity to feel. A person that doesn't exist would need to be reassured only for the sake of plausibility. So you don't end up looking like you're talking about nothing.