We need the practical in our lives. The temporal. Both, literally, help the trains run on time. But we also need the creative. The eternal.
For those are what remind us that the trains never really take us anywhere. That time is relative.
As a boy, I was all about the creative, the eternal. As an adult, I became concerned about those damned trains.
Then a raven and a dead great-grandmother showed up and suggested that, perhaps, at the age of forty, it was time to try to balance both.