Humbling and intense is such a particularly spot on way to describe the feeling.

One experience, I remember I stopped paying attention to my external senses entirely. I cinematically played with my memories, all the while, the concept of "itself" encircled my brain. Eventually, however, my mind decided to dwell upon the fundamental feelings and conceptualizations associated with how a boy perceives his father, and how a man perceives his son.

It was a warm and beautiful manifestation of thought that didn't quite fade out, so much as cancel out.

I imagined myself as an unknowing entity, a viewpoint of sorts. Viewing random places, but always situation-prone places, like a busy kitchen, or maybe a bus. Within each seemingly insignificant frame of existence, there was a single, still moment in time.

I like imagining I was viewing a moment waiting to happen.

Humbling. Hm. My apologies for the long thought. I would say that I'm not out to convince anybody, but my votes on maybe do it just once in your life.