awe
feel small and love it.
witness the incredible power of something
and be overtaken, just like a child again
greedily drinking the surroundings
for fear of missing even one small detail
of the ever-increasing intricacy that is here.
each individual unit moving independently
and perfectly placed both for aesthetic and functional purpose
divided up in such a way to make something bigger happen
while also projecting an infinite number of facets
which can each be explored with equal fervor
and to an ultimately unlimited depth
and in the act of attempted comprehension
the mind warps and stretches around many ideas at once
until it is no longer aware of its actual size and limitation
and, perhaps, confuses itself with what it observes
creating a sort of dilution, or an absence of separation
and the self that it remembers dissolves into particles
which are absorbed by the surrounding cacophony
to the point where observation itself becomes a fevered mania
powered by the energy of the entire universe
and is unable to be articulated with words in the moment
because the body is so enveloped by the feeling
that it really doesn't matter what the feeling is
but upon later reflection, one might notice how the feeling rhymes
with terror, and pleasure, and excitement, and sadness, and joy, all at once
and we wrap that experience up (in English) using three letters:
awe.