Experiencing God through Dosteovsky

He did not stop on the porch, either, but went quickly down the steps. Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towers and the golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn flowers in the flowerbeds near the house had fallen asleep until morning. The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens, the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars...
It was as if threads from all those innumerable worlds of God came together in his soul, and it was trembling all over, touching "other worlds." He wanted to forgive everyone and for everything, and to ask forgiveness, oh not for himself! but for all and for everything, "as others are asking for me" rang in his soul. But with each moment he felt clearly and almost tangibly something as firm and immovable as this heavenly vault descend into his soul...He fell to the earth a weak youth and rose up a fighter, steadfast for the rest of his life, and he knew it and felt it suddenly in the very moment of his ecstacy. Never, never in all his life would Aloysha forget that moment. "Someone visited my soul in that hour", he would say afterwards, with firm belief in his words...

- The Brothers Karamazov