It wasn’t hallucinogenic, what I was feeling. It was the most basic of events. It was heaven, yes. It was the deepest love id ever experienced, beyond anything I could have previously imagined, but it wasn’t euphoric. It wasn’t exciting. There wasn’t enough ego or passion left in me to create euphoria and excitement. It was just obvious. Like when you’ve been looking at an optical illusion for a long time, straining your eyes to decode the trick, and suddenly you cognizance shifts and there – now you can clearly see it! – the two vases are actually two faces. And once you’ve seen through the optical illusion, you can never not see it again.
“So this is God,” I thought.
~Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
Sometimes someone sneaks into your world and carries with them the ability to describe an object, a time, or a feeling that you have never yet been able to put words too yourself; Elizabeth Gilbert is this to me. This is now my billionth time reading Eat Pray Love and I find the author has this beautiful way of mastering my own thoughts that just couldn’t quite escape into paper to form a cognitive sentence themselves. If you havent read this book, do it! I read few books over and over and this one never seems to grow old for me.
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