Whenever the noesis is sated of awe and wonder, even then again for a fleeting period, two holding begin simultaneously; egolessness and beingness. Time ceases to be real. And the suffer of immortality, of eternity, of wholeness, of identity with time does rank one's essence near a look of the divine cerulean. It solitary requests some triggering education.
This is splendidly illustrated in one of Hopkins' poems The Windhover, wherever he describes a sparrow hawk in its flight, and the caption "To Christ our Lord" points at quondam forgotten the corporeal to the metaphysical. The vertebrate is the demonstrating of God in the existence.