I've noticed that however much, on mature consideration, I realise I've written b****cks, so long as it gets front-paged, I can take my XP home in a wheelbarrow. I think this is a healthy corrective to the view that XP matter a jot, in comparison to the friendship and respect of monks one likes and admires, and the pleasure of making oneself useful.
Any damn' fool can get a few votes and scatter them about like styrofoam cartons outside MacDonalds, and a personal kindness or thankyou is worth more than any number of them. "So do not worry, saying 'why haven't I got more XP...' but seek first the Kingdom of Heaven and all these things will be given to you as well."
§ George Sherston