Appreciate this exploration of such spaces via the detailed languages of science (psychology) and a bit of philosophy. I hear hints of other languages at play as well.

In music: “It’s the end of the world as we know it | And I feel fine.”

In Yoga: via breath (Pranayama) practices that are used in preparation for meditation, there can be an awareness on the “pause” between an in-breath and an out-breath.

And in poetry. David Wagoner’s poem Lost, comes to mind:

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you

Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you.

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

No trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows

Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner, 1976, Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems