No Neurosis Here

I am often overwhelmed by life as it is offered to me and ecstasy or tragedy is often my response to the seemingly normal.  I seem to live at the edge of meaning where all meaning is being freshly experienced as in Eden where no experience had yet been lived and so every experience held the essence of the Divine.  There is no sickness here, no neurosis, just a gift of meaning in all things, love and hurt, and kindness and gratitude are the extremes, or as I would consider them, those experiences that are the most profound and the most at the very edge of what I consider myself capable of managing.  Other things like beauty and touch, and smoothness and quiet are also things that occupy much of my emotions along with warmth and sincerity of thought.  I am drawn to quiet, it seems to prepare me for life, the extremeness of it and first light quiet, where I live in darkness and then light comes is a constant reward of bliss that is foundational to having the energy for living.  I have no explanation for this but oft tears confirm it, I weep often, but do not cry; crying is from pain, weeping is a response to meaning.     

The sky above my head.