The Cocoon

What makes an experience beautiful? With an object it’s much more obvious, as it must be something about the physicality of the thing. But an experience is subtle.

The temptation is to say an experience becomes beautiful when you lose yourself in it, but I don’t think that is quite correct. It’s more that an experience becomes beautiful when you lose everything else. The rest of the world just disappears, and time along with it.

It’s as though you are suspended in a bubble, a cocoon. All that exists is the immediacy of the moment, the palpability of it.

It can’t be forced and it can’t be planned. The very anticipation of experiencing such beauty will lock you into your mind, constantly checking in to see if you’re experiencing it yet.

Even to say that it takes you by surprise wouldn’t be quite accurate. It actually takes you without your recognition. In other words, you are so immersed it never occurs to you to consider how immersed you are.