I've had moments when Mozart or Beethoven (especially those two), in certain performances, have cut through the murk of life and given me a transcendent glimpse of something beyond ordinary experience, sure enough. I get that most frequently from Beethoven's more intimate chamber and instrumental music, especially the late piano music and late quartets. With Mozart, his greatest symphonies and concertos have public/private moments when he seems to reveal his soul. Try the slow movement of the Concerto in A, K488, or the first movement of the concerto in B flat, K595, in which the surface cheerfulness is punctured by moments of loss and resignation and a failure of nerve. Shuddering if you know how to listen. And do call me Steve. I won't go all cuddly on you, I promise.