There is another way to conceptualize what goes on here, in this case, using the framework of Vipassana meditation. With all apologies to meditation - there are so many forms of it and it is doing so many different things, embedded of course in different traditions - there is something interesting going on worth commenting on, at least in terms of the Vipassana variety.
I'm talking about the scanning: first, you spend time developing sensitivity in one local place, say right there at the edges of the nostrils, and when you have that, you start to detect more and more sensations, flickers here, flickers there, something like a shooting star that passes across the cheek, maybe sensations of pain in varying intensities and sizes. And then you begin to scan the whole body, watching the movement of these sensations, and soon enough, you discover that there is a constant movement and flow, which you can follow every which way. Life is going on all across the body; it is doing its thing.
Following that flow, you come across blockages, masses of tightness and pain, and as you meditate on those masses, they begin to dissolve, and the flow is once again restored. Over time, you find that body pains are shrinking back. You're becoming calmer. More centered.
It is not just the scanning. The activity itself is transformative: it relates with breathing and pulse and regulates them. It brings about visions and emotions and whole states of mind, which themselves feed into the scanning process. And all of this relates with a given tradition, a way of looking at the world and a way of life.
Here, the writing is a form of scanning. And in a way many writers are doing this all the time. One starts somewhere, some point of interest, some compelling idea, and then one meditates on it, developing sensitivity for what is going on, and then following that idea and tracing its path as it is elaborated in the world. One begins to discover a continuous flow, and of course blockages, contradictions, points of pain which themselves may be growing and taking on a life of their own.
Concerning its outer nature, one cant simply meditate enough on the writing and then see transformations in the world itself, but it is a starting point. Meditation too has its limits: one has to sit right, if one has one's leg bent back in some odd direction, or something in the real world is irritating or even piercing the skin, no amount of scanning will dissolve it, though of course a proper discipline built up can certainly change one's perception of such things, and experience of them, and ultimately how one addresses those things.
This discipline ultimately fits into a larger framework: one has to see to one's environment, one's diet, one's habits, one's company, and etc. so that the discipline itself can work, and then the discipline in turn works on those outer things. And what one sees and experiences has to then be reconciled with how one lives and moves in the world.
The writing does show you things, both as reader and as one is doing the writing itself. A certain kind of truth is revealed, in accordance with one's nature and one's efforts, and that truth then has to be reconciled with the outer world. Say, one meditates again and again on the nature of our world industrial society, and its relation to the earth, and then, oh shit, something must be done! Something has to change, beginning locally with oneself, hopefully.
It is of course possible to become lost. It is possible to entertain bad ideas and then be swept away by those bad ideas, just as it is possible to engage in bad meditation practice with a misunderstanding of its nature and its relation to the world.
An orienteering compass may have all sorts of useful markings, and it may point reliably north, but without an understanding of that tool and its relation to maps and its use in the world itself, without the skill to make use of it to the best of its ability, one can simply reliably walk north further away from where one needs to be. One can always indefinitely walk north and eventually get to the north pole (and even this is a simplification as the magnetic pole moves), but there is only so much time and energy; one has to live in the world as one is.
