I am so far back from what matters, so far away from the frontier. It is only a feeling, for when I actually start to think of “what matters,” it falls to pieces. But still, there is something to it. I am well fed, but I still pace around the kitchen. I have enough money, but I still sit at my desk. For what? For lesser desires. What matters? What is beyond myself? For what would I ride into battle and risk my life? If not my life, what else can I risk? Such that I would be happy to lose it, just for the chance to be in pursuit of what matters.