And no one knows what to say, David . . .
I feel like this sometimes -- I wish for the purest, cleanest awe that must have come before language itself, when some cave-dwelling hominid walked out of his home, beheld the setting sun or the rising moon, and breathed "Ahhhhhhh . . . " as a chill ran up his back, without knowing why. Because he was just at the evolutionary edge of wonder.
I don't think we can be graced with that state for ourselves, except very fleetingly, any more, although I do believe that some very small children come close.