Another Choice

Of this illusion of being, of this role assembled hither-thither out of disparate elements, of this creation more or less accomplished, it is death that frees us.

Death, the challenger of self-illusion?

In the great majority of individual cases, indeed we do feel an immediate liberation from the weight and gravity of human material separate experience, just as one almost drowned is suddenly released and fast and straight rises to air and light.

The vestment of lead has dropped away from our shoulders.

We cease from this mask, this frown, this fabrication.

We no longer are.

And yet…!

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