sublime!

normally we hate to feel small and insignificant but for burke it was a certain pleasure or delight to feel that feeling. to feel like a speck of dust in the enourmous infinite horzions that is time that cosmic horror that was beholded to you , obliterated your sanity and your concept of the existence itself. the inneffable monster or "thing" far beyond your confines of understanding can somehow liberate you? to be so close to the danger , to be so close to uncertainty and unexistence that you will cease to exist , maybe you will feel the beauty of the creature like a moth drawn to a light that certain feeling that maybe this will liberate you, from the shackles of this plane. you will shed your skin of any earthly bounds and maybe the truth will wash over you.. maybe you dont know whats gonna happen but maybe you will be free and will feel the cosmic bliss. oh how sublime...