At some point we all have to consider why we do the things we do, why we pursue what we pursue. Especially when the world is so loud. When it all seems so futile. When the most harrowing of questions on our every exhalation, after "how's my breath?" is "why bother, what's the use?
John Green says that there's a certain way we talk about things we don't talk about. There's a deep-down, unconscious, unacknowledged, part of myself that knows what he means. That knows how exact it is. That knows how to practice it. That knows it's true.