Why do you come (or still come) to spiritual forums?

[cryoldman]

(As recommended in my introduction that it should be another thread. So, here it is.)

There are so many interesting things out there, why do you still come here, to spiritual forums like this?
I really love to know. Thanks.

As for me, I feel that whenever I write something about spiritual stuff, somehow it helps to elevate my mind as I have to relive my past spiritual experiences again and again. (Recently, reading won't help, and I used to read a lot).
Here I'd like to say something to admire our admins/moderators instead. Let me quote Rabindranath Tagore 's The gardener.

"Ah, poet, the evening draws near; your hair is turning grey.
"Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter?"
[my adaptation is, Ah! my dear admins, your hair is turning grey. Any news from the hereafter?]

"It is evening," the poet said, "and I am listening because some
one may call from the village, late though it be.
"I watch if young straying hearts meet together, and two pairs of
eager eyes beg for music to break their silence and speak for them
"Who is there to weave their passionate songs, if I sit on the
shore of life and contemplate death and the beyond?
"The early evening star disappears.
"The glow of a funeral pyre slowly dies by the silent river.
"Jackals cry in chorus from the courtyard of the deserted house
in the light of the worn-out moon.
"If some wanderer, leaving home, come here to watch the night and
with bowed head listen to the murmur of the darkness, who is
there to whisper the secrets of life into his ears if I,
shutting my doors, should try to free myself from mortal bonds?
"It is a trifle that my hair is turning grey.
"I am ever as young or as old as the youngest and the oldest of this village.
"Some have smiles, sweet and simple, and some a sly twinkle in their eyes.
"Some have tears that well up in the daylight, and others tears that are hidden in the gloom.
They all have need for me, and I have no time to brood over the afterlife.
"I am of an age with each, what matter if my hair turns grey?"