It was like my soul received a drug it had regularly been given in the past, a drug I met early in my youth and always filled me with splendor and influences me for the better each time; but to say it was like a drug would be wrong; it was like the false shells of this current state of the world had been broke and my soul shined back with its source at the ultimate reality that manifest in such grand and glowing beauty as those distant trees and orange stripe above the horizon far from me as I looked from the train window. And I knew that the romantics were not dreamers but rather the highest state was dream and they saw into it.