tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877403849246110360.post1415869021987315676..comments2019-04-23T05:59:47.416+01:00Comments on Glyn's Blog: Glyn Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05990768215559107313noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877403849246110360.post-12074644251965448242008-03-18T15:02:00.000+00:002008-03-18T15:02:00.000+00:00I don't think I have ever experienced the depth of...I don't think I have ever experienced the depth of the experiences you describe, but there are (quite often) moments of what I call 'bliss' that figure all of a sudden, without warning, and perhaps only for seconds, but nevertheless that leave one feeling sublimely content and euphoric - most recently driving home down a country lane, and as I breached the top of a hill, the sun was just setting over the hill beyond, rays of gorgeously coloured light filled the sky and it happened - I suddenly felt so happy, for no apparent reason. It's about nothing in particular, and about everything - it just hits you in the solar plexus and you are transported. Another time, deeply engrossed in a book, and far away in another world, I looked up accross the kitchen table to find my partner, equally absorbed in the Sunday Papers, and it hit again - that life just doesn't get any better that this!<BR/>Similar experiences have happened, listening to a Maria Callas recording; when looking at the stained glass windows of York Minster; and discovering the ancient underground crypt at Worcester Cathedral - all moments of pure bliss and wonderment, breathtaking and euphoric. <BR/>As long as these experiences keep happening from time to time, I can cope with the rest of the world, and as you say, if death is like this, I shan't mind so very much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com