It is

The air excites with static charge. An intense culmination of energy, felt everywhere, as everything. Existence opens to itself and all edges dissolve into fizzling rhythmic bliss. The secret is out. This primordial memory is alive, as old and divine as the dirt and the sky. Every face in sight exudes the same clear light as one soul spills through the pupils of many eyes. Warm molten love seduces and subdues all expressive effort. Everything falls away but the rapture of overwhelming, inevitable aliveness. It is. It just is.