Originally posted by chegitz guevara
I have, twice. The specific sensation has a name, and it's on the tip of my tongue.
1st time, I was in church on Maunday Thursday, and I started thinking, really thinking about what it meant to trade you life for another, about Jesus' sacrifice. Wham! the feeling hit me like a sack of bricks and I began weeping uncontrolably, but ecstatic and guilty at the same time.
The 2nd time I was working at UPS, and while I was stacking pallets, I was reflecting on the Marx I had read earlier, and Wham! I had the exact same sensation. I wasn't weeping, but I was zooming in my head. My thoughts wer flying miles a minute, and I really got it and understood it.
It's a natural human sensation that happens when you understand something really profound. It has a name, and as my experience shows, it isn't simply linked to the mystical.
I have, twice. The specific sensation has a name, and it's on the tip of my tongue.
1st time, I was in church on Maunday Thursday, and I started thinking, really thinking about what it meant to trade you life for another, about Jesus' sacrifice. Wham! the feeling hit me like a sack of bricks and I began weeping uncontrolably, but ecstatic and guilty at the same time.
The 2nd time I was working at UPS, and while I was stacking pallets, I was reflecting on the Marx I had read earlier, and Wham! I had the exact same sensation. I wasn't weeping, but I was zooming in my head. My thoughts wer flying miles a minute, and I really got it and understood it.
It's a natural human sensation that happens when you understand something really profound. It has a name, and as my experience shows, it isn't simply linked to the mystical.
Jon Miller
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