from what i know: when personal movement stops, (personal) time freezes, which creates the impression of reunion with a known infinity, as if you were still at that very same crossroad where you had been before you lost yourself in relative reality. as if - in all that time - you did not move a millimeter (did not develop a bit) - yet there is the idea of movement and the intention to succeed. the intention is almost involuntary and create a resistance as if the Niagara falls are pressing on me. this perspective on almost-infinity is the scariest place i know. it's also the closest thing to a home, or a mother. but it's just a partial and relative perspective anyway.