I just came off an hour-long session of introspective dwelling. For my entire life, I've always wanted to immerse myself within fantastical worlds, from games of pretend to RPG campaigns and to the forms of comedy I really enjoy. It felt pretty powerful. Could almost feel a tear, but I am, ahem, too manly to shed them.
I'm still letting this emotional surge wash over me. I don't know how long it'll last. But it's strong. Really strong.
For now, the purpose is:
To live within new worlds.