When we are unreflective, invariably it is because our restlessness lacks a proper asceticism and propels us into a flurry of activity that keeps us preoccupied and consumed with the surface of life–with the business of making a living, with doing things, and entertaining ourselves. It is then that our actions no longer issue from a center within us, but instead are projects of compulsion. We do things and we no longer know why. We feel chronically pressured, victimized, and hyper-driven. We overwork, but are bored; socialize excessively, but are lonely; work to the point of exhaustion, but feel like our lives are a waste.