I also could not do without music and art and books and those other miracles that allow me to see (or hear or taste or whatever) the world through the imagination of another. So many universes to explore.
Speaking of miracles and the imagination of another -- the connection that can happen between human minds (and bodies) is about as miraculous as it gets. Marveling together at great music in the hands of a master -- at the alchemical transformation of blobs on a page into universes in sound. Teaming in the kitchen to work another alchemical transformation -- the translation of grain and yeast and liquid (the dough coming alive under our hands as we knead it) into a savory fragrant loaf of bread piping hot out of the oven begging to be sliced and slathered with butter. Hiking a mountain and feeling our muscles work against gravity as the breeze freshens on our sweaty faces, and reaping the reward of a 100-mile panorama, and tasting a tart handful of blueberries harvested from a windblown shrub, and glimpsing a warbler darting overhead. And recounting all these things later, in the cozy comfort of a cafe or couch. And anticipating more to come.
A nice little post and beam cottage with all the fixings (including a couple acres) would be okay by me too. With a cottage garden to match.