I woke up late this morning. The sky was still gray, but only barely and only because of the date–three weeks ago the sun would have been peeping over my windowsill. If it had been, I’d have missed a rather beautiful sight: the crescent moon, silver and coy, flirting with the cloud cover. The first thing I saw when I looked out from behind my dreams was that moon.
And then the word of the day from dictionary.com turned out to be “anoesis – A state of mind consisting of pure sensation or emotion without cognitive content.”
Something akin to what I felt to simply lie back and let the beauty of the sky fill my eyes and my mind for a few minutes.
And my only sorrow is how inept my words seem to be this morning for capturing that kind of moment. I think this “anoesis” must be the most elusive of all sensation to adequately convey in words. Words are thought. Words forcibly take the mind away from the experience of that pure sensation. Words are cognitive content.