. . .The room, the audience, the band, was throbbing with the magic of the music; there was a delicious ache in
Jack's kidneys from the adrenalin that was gushing through his body. He no longer was conscious of his body, he felt he had become the music, every cell, every atom, was resonating, was singing, was filling
the room, lifting every listening soul. His body had become the clarinet and was playing its self; the notes pouring forth in an endless necklace of glowing orbs. Jack was riding it like a rocket to the
stratosphere. The band's relentless, hypnotic pulse; the sweet brilliance of the brass that urged Jack on and on - until the Heavens opened up with that ultimate plateau of excitement - that place where
there is freedom from all pain, worry, and the external world; that place where perfect peace and fulfillment abound. . . The Ultimate Climax - Nirvana.