Goosebumps of the sublime

Let us praise goosebumps of the sublime. I was listening to a young tenor sing Nessun Dorma. Goosebumps. Every time. How many people go through a week or a month or a year without experiencing goosebumps of the sublime. Isn't one task of the artist to create the trigger for such experiences? And isn't it the task of the individual to search these out?