It is a relief that we have something at the other end, or just think that we have.
there's a warmth overcoming me
reading about that profound quiet stillness
hollowing the hours, softening the edges
until nothing presses, nothing pulls.
In this weightless in-between,
where feeling folds into itself and rests,
there is a strange and quiet mercy: nothing matters
This reminded me of sensory deprivation tank for floatation-REST where you would float and lose the sensation of where your body ends and the water begin. Just as what you said "Nothing presses, nothing pulls"