But you: you have two eyes, ten fingers, and ten toes to dig in the sand. The tongue has 10,000 taste buds, you say, and smell is the only sense that goes directly to the brain. That's why coffee lets you remember everyone you've ever had it with. And no spreadsheet in all the world can say how a soft, thick towel feels when taken from warm sunlight.
You say this truth not because it helps you find yourself but because it helps you find your friends. You have reason and emotion and imagination and intuition and how rich, how amazingly rich is your experience? Do you know how amazingly intricate and incomprehensible and vital is every single day?
Consider this moment: you will never feel this way, this precise combination of ways, ever again. You, just you, are the music of a multitude. That's why you get up and go to work, you never quite know what might happen, or what songs the day might bring. You could talk to someone, someone at a checkout, and before you know it you're in Mali. That's why you're here: not because you're lonely or would find completion, but because you'd love to share the wonder of the symphony of ordinary life.
So go ahead. Write back, Skype, call. That's why you're here: you're in the world and the world is alive and you are alive.
And the conversation starts today.