Right to the beautiful part

Right to the heart of the matter

Right to the beautiful part

Illusions are painfully shattered

Right where discovery starts

In the secret wells of emotion

Buried deep in our hearts

— Rush - Emotion Detector (Neil Peart as lyricist)

In the midst of mind-numbing vapidity and inordinate amounts of gale-force nonsense that characterizes so many aspects of modern life, the temptation might be to retaliate by rushing into the things that impart a profound sense of fulfillment within us—the things that we feel give our life meaning and purpose and a reason to live. 

But lest we become excessively far-sighted in our outlook, neglecting the seemingly mundane, the rote activities, the everyday minutiae and the obscure details that in reality constitute the majority of the experience of life. Let us instead remind ourselves of the corporeal—we can be starved of purpose just as much as we can be starved of food, we can thirst for meaning just as much as we can thirst for water, and we yearn for love just as much as we yearn for rest. The desire for one or the other should never be in imbalance.