I spend a lot of time intellectualizing when I'm not doing asana, which keeps me generally out of trouble. Meditation however, is something that did not come easily until rather recently. As teachers and practitioners of yoga, most of us have an inkling how important meditation must be. Very difficult to put into words, this experience, or possibly lack thereof - and that's too bad, because meditation is the groundwater of being. A source that nourishes life, hidden for most of us under varying layers of dust, earth, rock. It takes some drilling to get down to this essence, and it's not hard to understand why it seems initially like a lot of work with no reward. Dust flying everywhere, metaphoric drill-bits flying into pieces, with nothing to show but a sore back.
But once the layers that conceal this source of being have been worked through, something really marvelous happens. You touch the water, and it feels cool and somehow familiar. You can drink as much of it as you want and it only hydrates and nourishes. And then you realize this groundwater of being must be the same groundwater all who meditate have tapped into. And that is a very, very comforting thought.