What does it mean when you temporarily clear your mind of such things as time, days of the week, dogma and language. As described in Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", there is a place which you can allow the mind to hover over, that consists of everything yet holds no "parts". Everything is there but it is completely empty. This sounds like the abyss. You know, that scary way of disconnecting from the literal level. Or, maybe it's a state of mind that makes one believe that our consciousnesses are far more complex than we could ever comprehend.
This feeling may be too subjective to attempt describing with words. But really, wouldn't that be awful if we could explain our most intrinsic beliefs? I mean...if we could be completely understood, then what else would we have to strive for? We have to use words!
Hmmm. Perhaps this all just emerged from missing sleep. Who knows, right?