My experience of doing nothing for 20 minutes was extremely uneventful (no pun intended). There were no reflections, thought streams, or delves into the realm of meditation and such. There was only one clear awareness of something Stephen King once referred to as "the Subaudible".
[The everyday noises (and I'm paraphrasing) of our busy lives - the floorboards creaking, the cables humming, the traffic passing nearby - are the same noises that make up the fibers of our very existence, painting a picture of who we are while simultaneously bringing us closer to God.]
Only when we move beyond this point of recognition (I'm adding/interpreting now) do the sounds become automatic and meaningless, drifting into a realm just below the audible where noises are heard but not fully registered.
The Subaudible.
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