The mind blankets you against reality by constructing a benign or perhaps not so benign micro world for your desires and expectation, a world just within range of what you can deal with. It doesn't need to know what is outside, only where to bend, where to attenuate and you are snug within it, except when it fails, which it does again and again, but not too often. It has nothing more to reveal. You can become aware of this work and silence it, somewhat. The odd thing is that the world does not disappear when you do so. It may be unrecognisable, but you still recognise it, without the mind.