Whatever you want to call it- wonder, euphoria, or just the thrilling comprehension of possibility. For me, it is the closest feeling in the world. It's like the whole world sharpening around the edges, a photo coming into focus, human existence coming to a single point.
For me, these things (among a few others) trigger possibility. A possibility of being at once human and divine.
The way cats just know how to wait. And observe. And be, in supreme calmness.
"He doesn't want to rule the universe. He wants the universe to rule itself!" -The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus
Finding an old Wordpad document that simply reads: "The defense rests."
The poem when it comes out of your throat.
Especially when you haven't said a word.
That instant when seemingly unconnected thoughts suddenly converge. When the world hasn't exploded, or even moved perceptibly, but internally it is like lightning.
...Anything Regina Spektor, Nada Surf, or Andrew McMahon have ever breathed into reality. They're all songwriters, but one of these days I'll write about the books that have changed my life.
What makes you weak in the knees? Or fall to your knees?
Tell me about what makes you feel the most alive.