An Experience of the Numinous

When I was eight or nine years old, one evening in midsummer we--two of my siblings and some neighborhood children--were playing hide and seek around dusk.  I hid beside a road, lying in a patch of weeds and flowers.  Staying quiet, I looked up at the sky, and the most sublime feeling of oneness and harmony came over me.  Pure bliss.  I don't know how long it lasted, but it ended abruptly when I discovered a slug (an odious creature to me) had attached itself to the front of my shirt.