This is where words fail. They can be somewhat useful to those who have shared and experience. Surely you can understand this from looking at common experiences. Analogies also always fail, but imagine a baseball fan trying to explain how great the game is to someone from inner Mongolia. Imagine explaining down hill skiing to a ten year old from an African village who had never seen snow or an ice cube. Internal monologue has nothing to do with it at all. Thoughts are suspended. The soul is immersed in an ocean of love and experiences a different reality. It is reduced to jello, overwhelmed with joy and pain simultaneously. It feels so good that you want more and increase, but can’t take any more. But these are words. They can not convey the experience. It is not like explaining to a foreigner who has never tried pizza what it tastes like, which is hard enough, and convincing him to go with you to the pizza shop and try one. We have no control over the experience, when or where or how it will happen. It just happens and to some to a greater degree than others, and to others never. <<<<<<<<<<<<