This was, what happended during meditation.
The days that passed since then let me know that. Not by thinking about it, but by repeating it over and over again. Over years, over decades. Repeating meditation was my greatest ambition.
There were times I would return to my hotel room from work at lunch break, just to have the opportunity to be alone for some minutes and try again. Silence of my thoughts. A relief.
Just think about what this would do for your day.
Die Symmetrie der Dinge 