“Night was advancing. I perceived the heavens, some stars, and a little verdure. This first sensation was a delicious moment. I felt nothing farther. I was returning at this instant to life, and it seemed to me I filled, with my frail existence, every object I perceived. In this state I recollected, at that instant, nothing; I had not the least distinct notion of my individual, not the least idea of that which had just happened; I knew not who or where I was; I felt neither pain, nor fear, nor uneasiness. I saw my blood run, as I had seen a stream run, without, in the least, dreaming that this blood belonged to me in any sort. I felt all over my frame a ravishing calm, to which, each time I recall it to my remembrance, I never felt any thing comparable in the greatest activity of known pleasures.”

Reveries of a Solitary Walker – Jean-Jacques Rousseau