Slow times of the day, you have made yourself vulnerable to determined birds of prey. Friends, let us devour our slow moments alive, consuming them as energy for our continued flights. Be the suitor of every uncommitted hour. Nothing is more ceremonial than a procession of passing days.
See things as they hardly stand, with building materials scattered about, the beginning stages of would-be bases. Bugs crawl underneath the capstones still. Self-taught bearers of zoning restrictions, followers of a proud, shallow materialism, think that by lying low to the ground, they've escaped the idea of material altogether. Friends, build yourselves high (with both bricks of learning and doing) if only because the best ideas are only conceivable at great heights. In the end, the question of transcendence is not one of materialism versus idealism, no, it's a matter (and idea) of them working together in lockstep.
Take, for instance, the idea of home. Home is an inkling that becomes more certain with each reconfirmation. If you remain and remain and remain in only one place (completely in both body and mind), the familiar becomes a bleak everything. Escape some part of yourself every day for the sake of perspective, and then pile up your returns. After you've accumulated enough of them, sort through and categorize - you're bound to learn something about where (and who) you should be. Home is not what you never leave, it is what you keep returning to. (And note that sometimes these returns occur in the mind only.)
Returning is also a kind of building. Oh thin air of all chosen familiarity, let me not forget to take deeper breaths amidst the heights of love and long-constructed multistory homes. Gratitude is really just a matter of maintaining proper oxygen levels. And once we've gained the heights as our steady home, we are apt to soon forget the deeper breaths required as the new baseline to keep our senses nimble and capable of appreciation. And sometimes, like a hiker using portable oxygen at high elevations, we need to think deeply in unison with each overfull breath.