One of the wonderful developments of meditation is the sense that the whole world is happening within your own vast consciousness, within you. I still remember sitting by a window, listening to the birds outside, their song experienced as a movement of Consciousness, my body as wide as the whole world. So internal and familiar was the birdsong that their language seemed to be translating into English. And it goes just the same for every kind of perception, even jackhammers, mosquitos, and ill mannered internet trolls. We all have glimpses of this, but it becomes a permanent fixture of our experiential range the more our nervous system relaxes into Silence. And, if one becomes quiet enough, the sound of Om can lead one all the way back home to the primordial unity of the un-struck dawn.