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You know, I feel like my heart is full to bursting, but it doesn't burst--it's like one long inhale that passes capacity and keeps on breathing in, so that there's a vital rising pressure in my chest. This goes beyond notions conjured by the word "loved"--and I've felt this way once before, but in that time I curled around the feeling and kept it all in, all coursing between my lungs and my eyes and my heart and back through again. Now, I don't think I can.
This is more than creation, more than honour, more than kinship--this is resonance of a kind incredibly rare, and all I want is to take that resonance into myself and spread it on to others in sympathetic vibration. This is what makes the humblest of homes a palace, what makes the solitary hermit as resplendent in spirit as the most lauded king. If there is enlightenment, it is akin to this--I won't claim my own ascension, but it is so far removed from the flow of my usual emotions that I can hardly describe it--only experience it. It's exquisite. Sublime. It eclipses all doubts, all fears and trepidations. It's something achingly sublime. All I want to do is share it, open up my chest and let it howl out--
If this is what going mad feels like, I don't mind at all.
This is more than creation, more than honour, more than kinship--this is resonance of a kind incredibly rare, and all I want is to take that resonance into myself and spread it on to others in sympathetic vibration. This is what makes the humblest of homes a palace, what makes the solitary hermit as resplendent in spirit as the most lauded king. If there is enlightenment, it is akin to this--I won't claim my own ascension, but it is so far removed from the flow of my usual emotions that I can hardly describe it--only experience it. It's exquisite. Sublime. It eclipses all doubts, all fears and trepidations. It's something achingly sublime. All I want to do is share it, open up my chest and let it howl out--
If this is what going mad feels like, I don't mind at all.