the pause after you see something or hear something, (especially art if you are so inclined), where your breath tightens and everything tingles and something about your soul is reflected back at you - the desperate beauty in the tragedy in American Beauty, the haunting sound of Miles Davis, the words of Shakespeare twisting around themselves in so many layers, suddenly looking at the sky as it hangs so serenely above us - with little care for what we worry about below it.
That tightness, that tingle- it is an ache to understand, an ache of gratefulness in finding something of ourselves in something else, beauty found, created and appreciated because it reflects human condition.