What is it called when things suddenly go from being compositions to condensed elements of a whole?
When people become individual scents and sounds and the world takes on unique textures and colours?
When you recognize a sense of being, rather than a presence?
When familiarity is an essence, not an emotion?
When you expect things to happen a certain way, and then are still surprised when they do?
When you can feel something in the now, and simultaneously watch yourself experiencing it from a distance outside of the moment?
What is it called when life ceases to be comprehensible, but everything suddenly makes sense like it never has before?
If you can put a name to this, then put me out of my elated-misery and tell me.
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. It it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
– E. B. White, writer (1899-1985)