I've read that the world's most succinct word is supposedly "mamihlapinatapai," a word from Yagan, a language indigenous to Tierra del Fuego, meaning "a look shared by two people, each wishing the other will offer something that they both desire but are unwilling to suggest or offer themselves." That's an awful lot to say with one word, and a reasonable explanation of why you'd need to escapes me. But if that's impressive, it's still nothing compared to what Caspian can say using no words at all.
Waking Season is my favorite post-rock release of 2012. By a country mile. Some albums make us think, give us something to ponder. Some albums make us feel joy, others sorrow. Waking Season is a work of such staggering beauty and intensity, it's difficult, maybe impossible to define in such terms. Like a glorious sunset over the ocean, it evokes feelings not of happiness or sadness, but oneness with our ability to perceive. It urges us, sometimes subtly, sometimes forcefully, that sentience is a wonder not to be taken for granted.