He was sitting, relaxed for a long time, eyes glazed.
He could feel it coursing through his veins. The warmth moved through him, bringing a blissful grace. His thoughts, his feelings, his sensations, were all changing, becoming more real, yet somehow not real at all. It was as though a completely fanciful hallucination had taken hold. He was experiencing a kaleidoscope of emotions. It was like some great surging sense of euphoria had taken him into a dream world while being still quite awake. From time to time he would drift out of his body, then slowly return. It would be difficult for him to fully express the ecstatic joy he was feeling. The rapture of it was carrying him to an amazingly new sphere of existence.
He knew only too well, that the pleasure, the excitement and intense feelings of well-being and happiness, were all brought about by the activation of a region of the brain triggering the release of feel-good hormones like dopamine. But, that was science, and that was not this…
A kindly attendant passed in front of him, pointing at the clock.
The spell was broken.
Staring at Botticelli’s Primavera oil painting had always made him feel this way.
