What is it in us that responds with unutterable yearning, grief and unspeakable joy all at once when we hear certain a passage of music or see some glorious manifestation of the universal consciousness in the intricate patterns of nature?
What is it in the tentative, reaching radiance of the rising sun as it gradually limns the tree trunks,  drawing them out from the darkling twilight of predawn and coaxing the ethereal mist from the frosted ground, that shocks the train of thought to silence?  
That derails our mundane morning routine and sweeps our emotions to the highest pinnacle of exultation; an ******* awareness of the beauty in front of us?    
Is it not a flash of recognition of something familiar from aeons past -  a trembling-on-the-edge memory that we just can't pin down?  
What is the force orchestrating this miracle moment frozen in time, that seems both fleeting and ever present at once?   
Breathless, we glimpse glory and instinctively feel connected - woven into it. 
In a blinding flash of certainty we realise, in this trembling thrall of emotions, we are experiencing the divine essence of our existence.





P.S.
"Yeah, yeah - it's pretty.  Now hurry up and get your coat, I'm running late for work!"