Tasting apples.

This is what I read at work today, which I think you will agree is far more interesting that transitive vs. intransitive verbs:

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.

--The Painted Drum, Louise Erdrich

That was my daytime book. I also just finished my nighttime book, The Road by Cormac McCarthy, and it's seriously excellent. Devastatingly sad--in a post-apocalyptic way, of course. His best book by far.