Are you getting enough awake?

Is it because I open my heart and silence my mind, that I hear It's voice?  In the piano keys of Chopin,  the same words I hear from the symphony at the lead of Mozart.  I see the words when those colors of  Da' Vinci's brush hath struck that canvas...  The words of the Creator are felt when I am immersed in a Shakespearian drama, and my heart pounds against the bones in my chest so hard that I fear they shall fail me.  My eyes are saturated and can not hold back tears of complete euphoria as the greatest vibratory state known racks my entire body..  Shocking me as if I had my genetalia wired to an automobile electrical system.  My every sense completely violated and paralyzed as that awesome power fills me to the brim..  Again I ask you, in all seriousness..  Why is this so?  I look upon work of man, divinely inspired it may be...still only the work of humans.  Does the institution of infinitum complete the fabric of humanity by ensuring its consciousness stay abreast of what can be considered true, only by those individuals for which there can only be a single of them?  It then can be ascertained that fewer still are those that grovel in an incapacitated state as the recognition of such intracasies are but squandered about.  Anyone can look upon a work of divine inspiration...knowing of The Creator in a true way.  Knowing and comprehending the splendid Monad up to its inconceivable nature for which no one can know.  The unknowable, unmentionable, unspeakable, and completely invisible ONE.  The start before the beginning and the after just concluding the end.  It is the mirror of dreams which glances up itself standing inside of itself glancing into the mirror of itself.  The infinity can only be calculated and Monad being ever present is the only one to understand what can never be fully appreciated.  Finite can never know that which is not.  Is it that I am not finite?  Is this why the ever present One Mind can be identified by my eyes, ears, and mind?  Does even the conscious that is not infinitely existing, be existing yet within the infinite spectrum if only momentarily?  Just a fleeting space of emotion in which reality becomes as objective as the Living Mind can operate...  Sharing a moment with The One.  Have you ever witnessed a moment like that?  Have you ever been in the objective reality?  Taking a look around a place that neither seems real or unreal?  Being there and somehow not?  Like a dream...however you know that it is not..you are aware of the presence of magnificence and time has altered itself into a state of stagnancy.  This is a moment that many individuals speak of in wild speculation and theory.  They talk...  However they are not comprehending the full gravity of what this moment means.  It is referred to in this new age as "waking up".  Coming into the real world.  Remembering the pattern.  Realizing the reason..  If you listen to what I say...  Then understand when I say this:  you need to wake up my friends.