Sometimes it takes an upheaval, an earthquake in the world of form, to break the trance of ordinary seeing. The ground shakes, the familiar structures fall, and the mind grows quiet because it has nothing left to hold onto. In that opening, what was always present becomes visible.
The soldiers had watched a man die, seeing only the surface. But when their world was shaken, they felt the presence they had overlooked and knew it as something sacred. Awe is what remains when the thinking mind falls silent, and in that silence you recognize the deeper reality that was there all along.