using Delany's words

because my own seem inadequate; even his don't express it fully, but they come closer than any I've managed to put together over the past few days:

The fact that you even like me, or look at me, or brush by me, or hug me, or hold me, is so surprising that after it's over I have to go back through it a dozen times in my head to savor it and try and figure out what it was like because I was too busy being astounded while it was happening.