The body is very fragile. One can physically die any moment. There are people dying in sleep of heart infarction. The heart is just a small muscle, one of many small or bigger factors on which our life hangs on a thin thread. Yet plans, often self-contradictory, do not stop demanding our attention and worries going through the head. The whole tape loops of inner chatter, memories with their associated feelings continue, unaware that they are only pictures drawn on sand, washed by the tide of life. Thought makes up time.
Unitary Percepion opens the door to silence in which all the tormenting, draining non-functional thinking is not.