When I went down the path of panna, it was the same. When I was in that deep samadhi, wow, this is the citta in samadhi! It's hard to make up that kind of thing. I could stay all day long without about a thing; because thinking was too troublesome. Now a thought would come once in a while. Before, I could not go without thinking, for thoughts would constantly boil up driven by desire, wanting to concoct this or that. They spewed out through the eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body. I wanted to know this, or see that, this thing or that thing. I was constantly caught up in my imagination. Now, once samadhi had calmed me down it was just like water extinguishing the fire. Everything went quiet and no thoughts were