Often times, to conceptualize and rationalize an experience is to miss the point — after all, the essence of any experience can not be distilled in thought. There is that intangible, ineffable, that sublime “something” in the purity of the experience. And yet, all experience must necessarily occur within the construct of time and consciousness; within that singularity meeting of the two as one. In this irony of time/consciousness, all is found and all will be lost; after all, the procession of time engenders the fading of all conscious memories. Thus, lest the experience be lost forever, I shall endeavor to concretize a passing few words to record this annus mirabilis before time relegates them to oblivion.
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