In a new book about how modern Americans find meaning in life, two philosophers state:
“The activities often dismissed as mere diversions are actually central. Real life is more about serial whooshes than coherent meaning….Spiritually unmoored, many people nonetheless experience intense elevation during the magical moments that sport often affords…We get whooshed up at a sports arena, at a political rally or even at magical moments while woodworking or walking through nature.”
How neat is that? I know I get all whooshed up walking thru nature; especially when I’m covered head to toe in many layers of clothes. I also get pretty whooshed up while trying to clip a bolt with one hand and barely hanging on with the other.
Do you have whooshing experiences? Let’s whoosh up together. And then get a beer afterward.