Sometimes I’m left speechless, not out of surprise but because the limits of language, especially the English language, can’t quite capture the sublimity of certain moments. Language is a tool for the narrative and logical ordering of experience, and some things are beyond categorizations. Some experiences tap into the pre-verbal and pre-conceptual part of our perception in that we can’t do anything except take them as they are. It forces us to not experience ourselves as extended and mediated in time but rather to experience ourselves as pure Being – being in the now, in flow with the thing or person we’re experiencing. It’s a paradoxical situation in that our world condenses and is distilled in that moment but at the same time it anagogically opens up the agent (you the subject) and arena (the environment) relationship through a novel experience of reality.