home again

How is it that every cell in my body tingles in a silent shout out of joy as soon as I approach this building? How did my body know I had come home? And what part is home exactly? Have I lived here in a previous life? Do I thank Pei? Or Giacometti? Calder? Rothko? Hadn't I met them all before I arrived to this place?

Is this the Quality that he talked about in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? (More on that later.)