There comes a moment in life when a prayer rises up from your heart to your head and then up to God. I experienced this today and decided to make a note of it. The process is spontaneous, though I suppose one's personality and memory have their places in the background. What I'm talking about is the transformation of an aesthetic experience into a religious act. The primary experience is basically a feeling of bliss prompted by some external stimulus, music, a painting, which suddenly changes into a request to God. We ask God for something we want. This 'something' is what we're passionate about.
The process, which is certainly an emotional process, is sudden, unexpected and quick. It leaves one wondering. Did God hear my prayer? Where did that come from? Why did that happen? The feeling is tantamount to joy. It quickly dissipates. Where did it go?
