It happens everytime I attend a classical music recital or concert. I sit in my seat and find myself lulled to a point where I think I'm about to fall asleep, but then some stray note hits me and I sit up and wonder why I don't delve into things like this more, listen to the flute, listen to the sitar, listen to whatever it is, and then I feel incredibly tiny and incredibly ignorant, but so much at peace with myself that I can feel the difference in tone when I open my mouth to speak next. It is always the same. For a long time after, everything is shaant. Just that. There isn't a good enough equivalent in English to describe this.