Before you acquired all of the ideas of past, present and future, of memory and expectation, the ideas of flowing unidirectional time there was a deep and thick and intimate experience  this inner extension, rippling in place, which was identical to what later became separated as a sense of self. Nostalgia for infancy is the attempt to re-enter this other temporalisation, the sense that it was never lost but only obscured by individuation and its discontents. All beauty invites you to re-enter true time.