What happens is it becomes inert to me. I stare at it, my eyes and mind relax, it multiplies in my vision. I cease to think of it as havng any depth or meaning beyond its presence. Even its appearance does not register anything, not color, form, or size. I my mind patiently wanders. A good way to piss off my dad off if he was lecturing was to stare at him till he ceased to exist. Are you even listening?