Colors of Fall

"What a beautiful view from my balcony."

 

Emphasis of this immediate thought was on the possessive pronoun. Bit unexpected I must say, though not unknown to us, joy oft comes not from the beauty, but from the sense of its ownership.

With this realization, I tried to enjoy the beauty for its sake, filtering out uncouth primitive feelings. And as I was focusing hard on it, looking at the fine gradients of a leaf I actually felt something. But then I thought to myself, have I not seen these before - in wallpapers and movies and Instagram and stuff?

I do understand why people of the past would 'lose their shit on' (mesmerized by, mystified by, awed by) colors of the fall, stars of the sky, lightening of the clouds, and so on (and felt a necessity for god). But why would we still feel all these emotions. Is it just a vestigial thing that would soon disappear as vestigial things usually do?

Well, there is beauty and mystery and awesomeness and so on, in all of it, when you kind of forget yourself and the world (its understanding - your education and the inventions and discoveries) in it. 
Actually, this might what people of the present already be doing, without consciously thinking about it - on the moments they profess to have felt something.

So there you go, no point made.