Moments

There's this moment, or, say,an interlude we experience,a moment where you're looking at the rustling leaves of a tall, verdant tree or gazing at the star, which has yet to be given a name. A moment at which all your thoughts, emotions, and ideas seem to have come to a halt—a moment at which you are just "BEING".One feels in this moment as if he is in a state of allegorical serenity transcending all kinds of jublation,like the best nap of his life,with both eyes wide open. An undeniable realization of the unquestionability of existence. And in hindsight,all the while,the brain is still trying to "think." It wants to bring you back to the good old cyclical way of spending life, i.e., the day-night cycle. Sooner or later,as we all know,this moment or interlude fades away, leaving you back to the point where you were,as always,being yourself.