Cricket posted an essay from John C. Wright on his conversion to Christianity which I found fascinating; the quote above was particularly striking, and might be said to apply to many forms of irrational thought, such as love.
Although I’m an atheist, I’ve long defended religion on the grounds of its personal utility and thought it notable that a believer admitted that whether a given religious experience was real or not was less important to him than how “useful” the experience was in providing him with meaning and directing his life.
That’s very human, I think, and something I do all the time: favor what brings joy or depth over what is rationally correct.