In The Seventh Seal, it's only the fools who survive the knight of faith's game with death, Shakespeare managed to only be vexed at the conclusion of the Tempest, my personal stance is that to find moments of awe (truly unique and beautiful experiences) by means of art and love is about the only way one can live (even if they know it is an illusion they cast themselves). It's not bliss (per se) but a powerful impression that shows the uber in effect--perhaps scope of power would work as a term, though I want it to reflect a testing of limits rather than the master/slave paradigm of raw politics and sexuality.
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Awe and an appreciation of beauty are truly essential to live well and gain inner strength (and outer strength). It's one of the little discussed but essential components to being truly happy (joy) rather than mere momentary happiness.
Ode to Joy isn't what I'm expressing here. Any intelligence will seek to know its bounds--some more safely than others. I imagine this is why many retract as they move forward in life to a permanent state of limit--now artificial means (even music, art, literature) will push this limit further and further--though there are limits here, and most are language based (this being the poet's job to break these musical programming chords and by means of shock therapy, burst the reader/hearer onto a new plane of Deluezian rhizome consciousness--see Nick Land)...any way
Limits are useful but usually advance or progress to some higher state. I'd totally agree that there are several crosswinds/headwinds pushing some boundaries forward, breaking others. People grow static, they lose interest in pushing their own self. But there's always an option to change that. Ode to Joy? Great song but not what I was referring to. A sense of Awe was essential to apprehending the concept of the Absolute...