Reverberation
At moments the landscape will suddenly wash over me, and with it an overwhelming gust of thoughts that can’t take the form of sentences. Kant’s sublime: an experience of excess beyond language, unbounded, and formless. My mind races and is unable to articulate words. I want to touch everything on the site, rolling around in it, fusing myself with it. My craving to know and hold this place is so deep that I have the impulse to take a large bite, cram it all into my mouth, and let it slide down my throat. I want it to sit inside me and remain forever, a part of my body, seeping into my blood. I wish to hold onto every atom. It is a form of euphoria.
Is this really what I was searching for? Something uncalculatable?
At moments the landscape will suddenly wash over me, and with it an overwhelming gust of thoughts that can’t take the form of sentences. Kant’s sublime: an experience of excess beyond language, unbounded, and formless. My mind races and is unable to articulate words. I want to touch everything on the site, rolling around in it, fusing myself with it. My craving to know and hold this place is so deep that I have the impulse to take a large bite, cram it all into my mouth, and let it slide down my throat. I want it to sit inside me and remain forever, a part of my body, seeping into my blood. I wish to hold onto every atom. It is a form of euphoria.
Is this really what I was searching for? Something uncalculatable?