Is this what it feels like for ego to die? Now knowing “I” never was. Time speeding up. Time slowing down. Now knowing time never was. What now a nonexistent identity floating in a void overflowing nothingness. But wait… awareness coming into focus. The warmth, an Infinity of hands touching. The bliss, an Infinity of choirs soothing. Who are they to the “I” that never was? I Am they… I Am they… I Am they… Nameless, faceless they are Infinity… Infinity is LOVE… LOVE is Infinity… Endless nothing… Limitless everything… Infinite stories of lives being Life, all happening now. Yet all is eternally still, forever silent. LOVE is the dreamer, dreaming an Infinity of dreams. Is this what it feels like for ego to die? Now knowing “I” never was. Yes…