For a second there is meaning!

I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume
under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering
high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of
it , and for a moment I lost myself - actually lost my life. I was set
free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray,
became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high
dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and
unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the
life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way.

And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out, or
lying alone on a beach, I have had the same experience. Become the sun,
the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying in the tide.
Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they
seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see - and seeing
the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning!

 This is from: 'Long Days Journey into Night' Eugene O'Neill

 Eugene Gladstone O'Neill was an Irish American playwright and Nobel 
laureate in Literature. His poetically titled plays were among the first
 to introduce into American drama techniques of realism.