There is a moment when the world just stops. The air particles stop their drifting, your thoughts stop their barraging, your senses stop their sensing...and you see that place - the place where everything was perfect - a perfect Idyll. It doesn't matter it wasn't fully a reality; there were cracks, a minutia of discomforts, but its solace blanketed all. In your memory it simply whispers of soft breezes, sweet tranquil fragrances, and quiet laughter. It's a time that never existed, but its existence is all that drives time.
And the moment is replaced by the next as you breathe out. The air starts to move again, the thoughts start to drown in each other, your senses start to flare...and you wait in the shadows for a wisp of that time to brush by to remind you of bliss.