Meditation is a movement in and of the unknown.
You are not there, only the movement.
You are too petty or too great for this movement. It has nothing behind it or in front of it. It is that energy which thought-matter cannot touch.
Thought is perversion for it is the product of yesterday; it is caught in the toils of centuries and so it is confused, unclear.
Do what you will, the known cannot reach out for the unknown.
Meditation is the dying to the known.