The spot was in fact no different from when i had passed it not long before, but my way of seeing it had changed. the feeling, a paradoxical mix of pulsing energy and profound peace, was intense and blissful. whereas before the road, the sea, the trees, the air, the sun all spoke differently to me, now they spoke one language of unity. Tree took account of road, which was aware of air, which was mindful of sea, which shared things with sun. Every element lived in harmonious relation with its neighbour, and all was kith and kin. I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal. I felt like the centre of a small circle coinciding with the centre of much larger one. Atman met Allah.