Perhaps the best balance between the moments of anticipation and the moments of revelation is that moment of initiation, when the curtain draws back. The moment of unfolding. As when the organist at the Castro theatre dissappears down below the stage as the lights dim and the machine sound of rolling curtains begins.
Re-reading the opening passages of my favorite books: Bowles Sheltering Sky, Di Lampedusa's The Leopard, Durrell's Justine is a re-enactment of that moment of transition between ignorance and amazement.
"The sea is high again today, with a thrilling flush of wind. In the midst of winter you can feel the inventions of spring. A sky of hot nude pearl until midday, crickets in sheltered places, and now the wind unpacking the great planes, ransacking the great planes.."