Euphoria in a leaf.

I've always thought it fascinating-when I see something beautiful, I cry. I've only known a handful of people who do this, my father among the few. I've never tried to explain or even understood the feeling until now. It starts with a swell in my throat. My eyes ebb and glass over. My nose flares and it begins. I think its in the immense power, the move-ability of what I'm witnessing. The beauty is so big, so celestial, so grand that my body is enveloped by it. If its a song, the same happens, I feel pangs in my heart that make it hard to breathe, and I'm overcome by pure euphoria. I loose my ability to speak because words are meaningless, I'm swallowed up by a symbiotic power from its magnitude. It feels like a submission to something too difficult to stand up against. I cant handle it, I often say. But i never want to stop the experience. In Greek the word "euphoria" is "the power of bearing easily". Its heavy, humbling, and still so delicate. I looked at a leaf today...I plucked it off a nearby bush at Rutgers-Newark. I touched it, breathed it in, I studied the ridges of the leave, the texture. I thought, in Archimedes-fashion, Eureka!....... I found within this leaf the secret to happiness, the universe, God, eternal life...It was in the appreciation, the humbled kneeling to something so delicate and often overlooked. It was in the quiet, clearly visible, that i realized life was this..that leaf, THAT beauty. It's meant to be enjoyed, life, that leaf, laughter, a song, a serene landscape, the feeling of love...thats the secret...