Sensation

Life.
Everyone notices it sometime or another.
The moment, the flashing realization, the momentary suspension of time.
When thought ascends comprehension, when humanhood is exposed.
When the gravity of aloneness is the state of truth.
You'd have to. You have to. You have to notice.
If only for a second . . . the transcendation of awareness.
The noise, however, muddles it. Detracts it. Muffles it. Disguises it.
Removes it from the everyday comings and goings.
Numbs it.
Eventually, though, it triumphs.
One mind, one body, one thought.
Into the darkness of the mystery from which no one merges.
Into the shutter of thought. Into the fleeting moment of question.
Into the irreversible knowledge.
Life's wonders. It's ponderings. Its inexplainable jolting halts.