All my life, I’ve heard people react to transcendent beauty in similar ways. Whether it’s a sunset that fills the sky with color and electricity or a dark night sky filled with a million majestic stars, the typical reaction is similar.
“This makes me feel so small and insignificant,” they say in awe.
I understand the feeling of awe, but I don’t understand feeling small. No transcendent experience has ever made me feel insignificant. For me, the feeling is just the opposite. It makes me feel as though I’m a part of something majestic and universal — something which has no beginning or end.
Experiencing something this huge and significant makes me feel that I’m an inseparable part of this Universe — that every part of me is connected to every other part of Creation, that every person and star and blade of grass is one living thing — with power and life force flowing through all of us.
And there’s no time when I feel this intoxicating experience quite like the times when I’m in love with someone who’s also in love with me.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Let’s quit trying to force others to choose our shopping preferences
UPDATE: After surgery, maybe I’ll eventually start feeling better
DC hypocrites act like spoiled kids on playground by pointing fingers
As we enjoyed the sunset together, language and borders didn’t matter
Winners and losers: After Iowa, where do GOP candidates stand?
UPDATE: Two weeks after surgery, I’m better; thanks for asking