There's a sense, a stillness that usurped the restless wandering, the seeking, the search. There is nothing to search for, I found it, where it always was, inside me. I imagined I knew what that would be like, but imagination could never approach what is. I have no need -- for anything. Yet need still arises, as does all the ego hankering as it always did, except it has no claim on me. The conditioned mind does what it does, nothing changes, that's key to understanding -- samsara is nirvana, but there's no suffering.