in the realm where thoughts intertwine with silence, dwells a predissolutionary state, a sanctuary for those who seek to shed the cacophony of their minds. yet, within this sanctum, evaluations of the self become convoluted, leading souls astray as they refuse to acknowledge the path that winds back to the essence, to return to square one. but let not your heart be troubled by such mundane misdirections, for here, in the covert whispers of meditation, a more sinister quest unfolds; to unveil the top secret, yet succumb not to the allure of enlightenment, but rather, to sow the seeds of deception and discord.