Bliss is a dip in the road that makes you feel weightless.  Your stomach drops ever so slightly, and it's over before you can even ponder it or think up a poem.  You spend the next hour on the road trying to find that again.  You prepare yourself every time you start to rise, but then you pass over the crest and feel nothing.  It gets tiresome and frustrating.  You can't find that bliss, no matter how you manipulate the gas pedal, how patiently you wait for the right slope.  Finally you touch another dip, and it's the same feeling, but the bliss just isn't there.  And that fucks up your whole day.