Joyful Traumatic Stress Syndrome?

[Ratty]

Has anybody ever seen or experienced something so beautiful that it makes them depressed? Maybe they realize that at some point we will all witness "the most beautiful thing in our lives" and after that nothing will ever be as beautiful (by definition). Everything suddenly seems drab, gray and uninteresting in comparison--even the things they once loved--and that contributes to making them more depressed? They realize that day by day their memories of the thing are slipping away a tiny bit and they become just a little desperate to cling to the full memory of it all? They feel bad that the sheer magnitude of the beautiful thing surpasses their ability to appreciate it and they struggle to examine every last aspect of it all but it all runs too deep and beyond their reach? That for days and weeks afterward, when they think about they cry: at work, walking down the sidewalk, waiting in line at the supermarket, but they are tears of sadness not joy? They can't talk to anybody about it, ever--nobody could possibly understand and that would cheapen the thing? So they feel increasingly isolated?

Is there such a thing, I mean psychologically speaking? Supposing the person has absolutely no history of Manic Depression and the like. Anybody ever write a poem or a song about it? Did Shakespeare know about it, seeing as how he seemed to know about everything else.

Just wondering.

[Deja Q]

1. Yes.

Usually after a date (which has been a while) :)