.... what lasts, surely you feel this every time you pray, is your soul.
The question then becomes what serves my spirit?
A healthy body as a means, perhaps, but sometimes as a road map.
A job well done has been testified to. Tibetan monks spend days making a sand mandala, only to rub it out as soon as it has been finished.
Happiness as measure. Joy in the making. Love seems to be something well worth getting on with. Does it make sense? Nah.