Still there are things deeper and higher

Here’s a little hobbit interchange from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings that I enjoyed. Merry Brandybuck, a hobbit, has just been instrumental in killing the Captain of the Ringwraiths in a great battle, and is recovering from the ill effects of coming into contact with that wretched creature, when his friend Pippin Took comes to sit with him. They have just been discussing the magnificence of Aragorn and Gandalf, and their epic heroism in the quest to save Middle Earth from the powers of Sauron, when they have this amusing and yet profound conversation. 

And then let’s be easy for a bit. Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can't live long on the heights.'

'No,' said Merry. 'I can't. Not yet, at any rate. But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honour them. It is best to love first what you are fitted to love, I suppose: you must start somewhere and have some roots, and the soil of the Shire is deep. Still there are things deeper and higher; and not a gaffer could tend his garden in what he calls peace but for them, whether he knows about them or not. I am glad that I know about them, a little. But I don't know why I am talking like this. Where is that leaf? And get my pipe out of my pack, if it isn't broken.