A friend once wrote me about a talk he'd given on art criticism to a group of educators. When he came to the end of his talk, he felt there was still more to say.
He listened to an inner prompting, and then for the next five minutes or so went on to share what was coming to him. "Every word was like hitting a home run," he wrote. "There was no past and no future, only Now.... And then, afterward, the shining eyes, the great sense of love everywhere...."
He doesn't consider himself religious in a denominational sense; nevertheless his account caused me to recall similar experiences in my own life in which the limits of an otherwise ordinary situation had been unexpectedly transcended.
