Most every night, sometimes by day, the body undergoes mini-death.
Thinking stops completely, breathing slows down, body temperature drops.
There are no thoughts, no mind-images, no dreams.
The body is very, very still. Deathly still.
You are not there at all.
A very deep sleep occurs, so deep that one cannot know anything about (it) at all.
Then, a miracle takes place.
Rebirth.
Body temperature rises, breathing speeds up, thought becomes available again; the whole process like a baby stirring from slumber, the world anew. Being able to look as if for the very first time, seeing not with intellect but the totality of being.
‘Seeing’ that has never been born, nor never shall die.