I’m not entirely sure what happened when I walked into that room. Maybe I drowned. Maybe I ascended. Maybe a part of me died. Maybe all of me lived. Botticelli's Birth of Venus (1482-86) I can’t tell anyone what to expect when you see it. There’s nothing you can expect, because there’s nothing you can do to expect it. It’s sudden and slow. Like the rush of adrenaline of seeing a tidal wave, but the time slows so the magnitude does not hit till you are too far under the wave