As a kid, occasionally, I would place a blanket over the back of the couch and stretch it over to the window sill. Then I would crawl on the floor in the space between the back of the couch and the wall. Laying inside, I would feel, well ... nice. It was my special place, provoking a warm emotion.
As an adult, we have many special places. Some special places are geographical or travel related like Artist's Point in Yellowstone or Uluru in Australia or Westminster Abbey in London.
Of course, there are personal special places that make us quiver, convulse and shake with pleasure or special events such as funerals or weddings or births that can evoke tears of sadness or tears of joy. Even the special place in minds devoted to memories can trigger the same emotions, causing us to laugh or smile or tear up.
And then there is the special place created by being held in someones arms. The gentle hug of a three year old can melt the heart of a 280 pound NFL linebacker or the comforting embrace of your lover can ameliorate the most distressing news.
In this world of increasing empiricism, I have to ask "how is it that we are possessing of these emotions?" They are precious gifts, not accountable by any science. Every human, from Aleut to Congolese share these same feelings. Education, experience or philosophy cannot purchase them; they are innate -- a gift from our creator.
My own special places and the joys they provoke are therefore -- to me -- Divine.
So true.
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