Self is like a soap bubble, floating through the air. There is air within and air without…is it different air? In appearance, perhaps. But then the bubble pops, and there is only air.
Self, too, is like a bubble. A bubble around that which you perceive as the witness of your life, creating a reference point that is in relationship with everything else. A bubble, floating through space and time. Consciousness within and consciousness without…is it different consciousness? In appearance, perhaps. But then the bubble pops, and there is only consciousness. The witness, like the soap bubble, evaporates.
