When it comes to putting certain realizations into words, it often takes the form of a paradox:
If you are asking a question you will never find the answer. To find the answer you have to stop asking the question.
A concrete example of this is the question ‘who am I?’. If you are searching for the answer, you will never find it. So long as you are looking, the answer will inately evade you. Why? Because what you are searching for is too busy with the act of searching. You are too caught up in looking for your identity to be able to see it. The answer is not an answer at all, but a state of being. It is only in stillness, when there is no seeker, that the ‘answer’ emerges.
A bit more different of an example would be the quest for meaning in ones life. To me, meaning is not fundamental in nature, it is a perceptual belief created by an individual that gives one a sense of purpose. For me, meaning lies in being, and being has no meaning.
In the end it always boils down to this: what is worth saying can’t be said. It lies in an ephemeral state of being that exists beyond the threshold of ordinary consciousness. In this state there are neither questions nor answers, only the light of absolute being.