The most accurate and the most evocative answer to the question is found in Ákos Győrffy’s writing, titled Motherland, quoted below:
‘Moments of grace always arrive by chance, without any prelude or overture. Suddenly something happens, and then it leaves me behind, all alone, to carry the open wound of its absence for a long while. This is the manifestation of a power that takes nothing and no-one in consideration, holds no personal principles and knows no religious faith in the everyday sense. It strikes like lightning and the flash of light makes the essence of our being as transparent as the X-ray makes our lungs. So far I have had two or three such experiences and I often wonder, I often believe that these are the moments which make up the true narrative of my life.’
