The arhats whom I have known, and know, are anything but nothing. I think you might want to ask one sometime how things are ~ there in nothingness/nowhere-land. Is this a Beatles song? Or is it Strawberry Fields? Are you quite sure that Tomorrow Never Knows? Or want you join me, Within You, Without You.
The problem is, you cannot pull a person onboard your `raft' ~ and expect everyone else to play the same logic games, or riddle figuring, or whatever. Most people will find my poetry or word salad, as bananabrain puts it, difficult. Only the verbosity is excessive, in my experience.
Stream-of-Consciousness is, in my present frame of mine, far bolder than attempting to force, or fit it all, into rigid boxes, made of ticky-tacky, yet I'm going to bank on, rest firm in, and otherwise feel secure about my sub-atomic and subtler Constitution, for the moment. Now you see, if I were to leave momentarily, from my immediate concern, precisely because I was and am well content within the which, that entire environs or `frame of mind' associated with the external world of the senses, what quite might happens, if I can both close my eyes and manage to otherwise avoid, or not mind, those strange musical noises ... someone's mix of weird sonic adventures, quite the like as I enjoy if I want to pass some time, and otherwise see what new Flag is unfurled. Thus the standards of the present day. and those who bear them, in this part of the Play. Mostly I was waiting for a chance to stop the music, yet the metaphor is evident. So it plays on ....
Try it. Close your eyes and type. Either you can bring us there, somehow, or else I will be forced to say:
Twinkle, twinkle, little Star, how I wonder what you are