Bliss, in the way it was explained to me, is a feeling of undiluted happiness, comfort, and lightness in both the mind and the body. As this experience grows stronger, it seems as if everything you see is made of love. Even experiences of physical pain become very light and hardly noticeable at all.

And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, to the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning and the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?

And though the snow smothered the valley and the milk froze in the dairy, my soul thawed.

This transcendent experience goes by many names: bliss, ecstasy, joy, rapture. Ironically, the decision to surrender to such experience is completely intentional. In other words, you have some control over your decision to give up control. Repose makes that decision particularly easy. You simply choose to take a few minutes out of your day to lie i