And I understood in an instant the emotional appeal of materialistic Scientism: a core stipulation is that emotions are not real. When you are hurt, and hurting, that is not real. It is atoms in motion, or so it can be thought.
The alternative is that feelings do exist in some spiritual way, that they are out there somehow, and that they do not have an Off switch, that they must be walked through, as through a room filled with veils that prevent you from even seeing where you are going, where logic is of no use, and only motion can carry you through and direct you. You cannot see the end of the journey. You cannot see the end. You are without triangles and squares, and the Pythagorean theorem has taken acid and dissolved into rainbow-hued water and disappeared laughing down a drain.
The orientation in emotion, must come from emotion. It is a world in itself with its own logic, and whose mastery is a skill that is quite beyond anything that could be captured and frozen in a book, of any sort.