just sit there

Tomorrow I'm going to the desert, and there I am going to sit for a total of ten hours a day for ten days.  A hundred hours, sitting on the floor.

My body will probably hurt.  I have no idea what else will happen.

While I'm there I will also not be talking, reading, or writing.  I will have no verbal outlet for the train of thought in my mind, so I imagine I will learn to quiet it, and focus on things other than words, like how I feel and where I am right now.

Maybe.  I'm not even trying to guess.  It might be the opposite of what I expect, as is always a possibility.