There is really no pleasure deeper than not getting disturbed when the entire world is conspiring to disturb you. This deepest pleasure is called joy.
Everybody, the entire game of situations, seems hell-bent on freaking you out, on just destroying your peace, and you are looking at it with indifference; you are looking at it as if you do not know who you are talking to. “Yes? Do I know you?”
The fellow is dancing a terrible dance, hoping to extract some reaction from you, and the greatest reaction that you can give is that you start snoring. You are home.