The only time you will here me speak on the subject (or in someone else's words)

Sometimes you are divinely spoiled: heated seats on the drive to work.

I had to work-out at home today due to a strained quadricept from the game of football (please don't imagine me being tough though. It was two-had-touch and I was wide-open when I came up lame). What added to the pain of being lame was that the world was lovely today and I could not be outside running. While I was laboring inside to not think of the outside I stumbled across a special book. There was a page forcefully dog-eared, a bookmarked memory from someone else's effort to preserve a hallowed spot of prosaic wisdom forever. The chapter that was meant to be read again was underlined and marked-up with excited strokes, now fading, from a #2 pencil. Here are parts of the chapter:

"You and I have known, either personally or through their writings, some great single women and men whose lives were rich and fruitful because they understood a paradoxical spiritual principle: 'If you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday. And the Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your desire with good things, and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a well watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters fail not. And your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt you shall raise up the foundations of many generations; you shall be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to dwell in.' Here, I think lies the answer to the barrenness of a single life, or a life that might otherwise be selfish or lonely. It is the answer, I have found, to depression as well. You yourself will be given a light in exchange for pouring yourself out for the hungry; you yourself will get guidance, the satisfaction of your longing, and strength, when you 'pour yourself out,' when you make the satisfaction of somebody else's desire your own concern; you yourself will be a source of refreshment, a builder, a leader into healing and rest at a time when things around you seem to have crumbled....Amy Carmichael of India never married, though there are faint hints in her biography that she had had to make a choice and that it was an extremely painful thing for her to take up a cross which meant leaving a man forever. But her life was a watered garden, to the hundreds of Indian children who came under her care, and to the thousands who read her books....St. Ignatius of Loyola prayed, 'Teach us, Good Lord, to serve Thee as Thou deservest; to give and not count the cost; to fight and not heed the wounds; to toil and not to seek for rest; to labor and not ask for any reward save that of knowing that we do Thy will. Through Jesus Christ our Lord.'"

yes.