For me, it starts with the end. The end will always be that one universal bind, the calmness of knowing that this will all end for us the same way it began. The moment of our birth, the first nanoseconds of our existence, it was exactly the same for me as it was for you. There was no judgment. There was no personality, no boundary, no thought except for one. Breath.
And at the end, at that last breath, we are united again on a sweet harmonious chord like the crescendo of a six billion-piece orchestra.
The in between of these two epitomes of states, the present, it is both tarnished and garnished by an illusion created by appearances and heavy words, swaying your thoughts with ideas of control and power and understanding. You are forced to an opinion, forced to choose your identity. There is no peace, no resonance no oneness.
And then in that confusion, there is this emotion. It is like a massive wave that swallows you, and at that instant you feel nothing. There is no confusion because there is nothing. Just a slow, calm, deep breath. You do not have control over anything. You do not have control over your identity. You do not have an identity. Your skin is washed away by the wave and all that is left is a breath.
But we can’t do that forever. We can’t sit around in nothingness.
And in a moment, everything comes back to me in a rush of confusion. I fall nicely back into my illusion. My soft warm cocoon…
And I wait to be overwhelmed again.
