It comes uninvited as the stillness of a lake under a full moon might.
All of that weighty space-time baggage fades away to an immense and singular perspective. There are no thoughts, no reactions, no you.
It’s the essence of pure mind, as it was before self-awareness claimed your throne; pristine and uncluttered, free to observe to the very depths without the anchor of time.
In that awareness, there is no response, no judgement, no call to arms; simply the profound truth of what is.
Some might call it the peace that passes all understanding, but those are just words – the old man