Blending

Even once you understand the psychology of a mind, you can't explain it.
A feeling unlike others, ultimately just calm, and you know. Noticing your pupils dilate without the drugs. Overall it's a reachable moment and you can't begin to even breathe the words out-to even attempt an explanation of this bliss moment.
Would it be happiness? It doesn't take happiness to understand a moment.
The thoughts flow through the creases of your mind naturally like the sudden shaking that comes with the cold or the jolting movements to music.
Noise, that's all it is, noise. And how do you make a noise? It takes a thought, a feeling, a notion or hunch. All forming into each other, as lovely as the last. Each noise or action leading to the next notion leading to the next noise. The noises combine and swirl into a commotion of
the next generation, which leads to the next and the next...in all they become a society and a life-all cause and effect, the scientific kind. How did art and science blend so beautifully? And how did society get so fucked?