You are a boomerang, which springs forth from the Absolute and returns to the Absolute. God throws itself, thrusts itself out into existence, into the realm of form, into a body, into a self, into an identity, into a “me”. And as it comes back to itself, all that makes up this “me” is lost, and there is a return to the true identity: the pregnant, formless, selfless, nothingness from which the illusory, impermanent “me” arose.
It is here where time and death have no existence. Where self has no existence. Where “me” has no existence. Where all of reality has no existence, and yet where every potentiality for reality lives and breathes. And when God returns to its own hand, when the Absolute reunites with itself, there is the realization that what one actually is — the me-less silence — can never die.
