Meditation is the very fact of life, so immense that only silence can approach. Meditation is not a means to anything. It is the end of all such becoming as our simple-minded flesh and bones could want. When we reach this end that is meditation, a new life begins. It is not our life, not the life we used to name with our name and carry around like a trophy of rare achievement but life itself, flashing through what used to be us.
Meditation is life without name, without form.
Meditation comes first and last. Meditation bookends all becoming with its fiery finality. Verbs imply time. Meditation is timeless. Verbs imply doing.