1.  an overwhelming feeling of great happiness or near nirvana, brought about by the anticipation
     or the realization of collecting.

"there was a look of collecstasy on his face"

Rhymes with: colonoscopy

Similar: bliss, elation, euphoria, cloud nine, seventh heaven, transports, rhapsodies, joy,
              joyousness,Jubilation, exultation, heaven, paradise, delight, the top of the world, rapture

Opposite: misery

2 .  an emotional or religious frenzy or state of near nirvana, brought on by the anticipation, or better
       still, the realization of collecting
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RELIGION
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          Of all the myths and mysteries of childhood, Religion was the one that most eluded me.  I could buy into a land where bunnies frolicked, painting Easter eggs, to hide their handiwork as proof, behind the curtains in my living room on Easter morning. And, of course, Saint Nick, My God! There was nothing else on earth that reaped a bigger bumper crop of proof and magic than he did.  The Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, you name it!  I believed in all of them.

But of all the mythology offered up to me, Religion was the least compelling.  Adam and Eve were OK, and those animals marching, two by two, into Noah’s Arc had a definite appeal, provided you could let yourself forget that all the other animals on Earth, and all the people, too, were dead. Jesus’ Birthday was a good excuse for Christmas, which was celebrated at our house, religiously, as the birth of Santa Claus.  But that business of hanging on a cross seemed downright creepy to me.

Then, one by one, some big kid would whisper, "Pssssst There is no Easter Bunny!" Pssst, Your parents are the Tooth Fairy". I secretly searched everywhere, including my father’s sock drawer, looking for my missing teeth.  "Psssst".  "Oh No!  Not Santa Claus!"

From that time forward, I have waited for the day when some big kid will whisper in my ear "Pssst" and fess up about GOD!

I knew that Religion is supposed to be a thing of great mystery, but try as I might to take it seriously; the only mystery to me was "What's the Big Deal?" Although one didn't dare admit these feelings, not even to oneself.  Religion intimidated everyone. In fact, most people were so in awe of it that they even viewed those hilariously Kitschy Hollywood Bible epics with reverence.  No bad reviews for Charlatan Heston.

Then, one night, many years ago, in the Golden Age of Comic Toy Collecting, when one could still be certain that every major antique show and flea market, guaranteed Wonders to behold, and to be Had, I was driving, alone, in the dead of night, speeding down Route 84, heading to the darkest reaches of Pennsylvania. I was on my way to the Giant "Renninger’s Extravaganza", where a thousand dealers would soon begin unpacking, at first light.

Barreling down the deserted highway,I had allowed my imagination to Run Free, and in so doing, I managed to work myself up, into an unheard-of state of Euphoria and Excitement, in anticipation of the Hunt and the Treasures, I was certain, lay ahead.  One might call it "Ecstasy"!

At that moment, a sense of revelation came over me, and I asked myself, "Is THIS, what Religion FEELS Like?  Does a truly Religious person experience the same feeling of "Bliss" and "Exaltation" on their way to Church that I am experiencing, on my way to a Flea Market???"

Now, half a century later, in the middle of last night, I found myself remembering that moment on the highway, and a definition of what I was experiencing back then, suddenly occurred to me. The word for it should be “COLLECSTACY.”