Imagine if all the tumult of the body were to quiet down, along with our busy thoughts. 

If the very world should stop, and the mind cease thinking about itself, go beyond itself, and be quite still

Imagine if all things that are perishable grew still. 

 And imagine if that moment were to go on and on, leaving behind all other sights and sounds 

but this one vision which ravishes and absorbs and fixes the beholder in joy, 

so that the rest of eternal life were like that moment of illumination which leaves us breathless. 

St Augustine, Confessions