They hold the sacred moment of being, the pulse of life, the holiest of holies. There is something very precious here. I can feel it. Your science is not confined to those infernal tubes and gadgets. Indeed, it is the refusal to acknowledge feeling that is irrational, and unscientific.
Sensational experience is the core of being, the pulse of life.
Do you think the difference between a swelled chest braced against the ocean breeze on the side of Ben Nevis, and the broken breath of a dank hovel is all in the mind. The difference is in the blood, and bone, and flesh. The one gathers the nutrients of fresh life, while the other grasps from the spent droppings of yesterday's existence. Never discount the feelings, but, look at them again and again, until the mystery of feeling vanishes in a flash of understanding that is rational consciousness. I like you, Priestly.