An Unexpected Glimpse of the Holy

I found this fascinating post today about an atheist experiencing something holy during a choir concert. A part of it here:

I am not a believer. To this day, I find most organized religions moderately instructive at best, contradictory and violent at worst. But in that church, that night, in the presence of the music that came from those people, I cannot deny that I wondered how such a sound could be possible from such a brutal species as ours without the help of something larger than ourselves. It was as if I was expanded beyond myself, and yet infinitely small as I listened. ~I~ was not there, and yet I was wholly present. Nothing existed except the music, and yet it was a part of everything that ever was, or ever would be. I can count the times I have had this type of sensation on one hand, and consider myself deeply lucky to have had that many occasions.

The rest here.