at that moment

"One day, a few days after the liberation, I walked through the country past flowering meadows, for miles and miles, toward the market town near the camp.Larks rose to the sky and I could hear their joyous song. There was no one to be seen for miles around; there was nothing but the wide earth and sky and the lark’s jubilation and the freedom of space. I stopped, looked around, and up to the sky - and then I went down my knees. At that moment there was very little I knew of myself and the world - I had but one sentence in mind-always the same: “I called to the Lord from my narrow prison and He answered me in the freedom of space.” "- Victor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning