If you are thinking about something, no matter how deep your pondering seems to go, you're still but frolicking in labyrinthine maya. No matter. Us spiritually growing humans need to engage that sort of shape shifting to join the Jacob’s-ladder angels figure-eight flowing through our infinite unclosable door. Remember, though, configuring consciousness, even to the highest spiritual soaring, can do naught but grease the skids. Our Real raison d'être is to accelerate God’s Being: to nourish the mysterious One’s joy. THAT victory pervades us only when those greased skids, themselves, vanish in the timeless moment that IS the Great Unknowing Presence in awe. !Bonk!