Another beautiful email of seeing taking place. There may have been a time when self realization was a rare occurance but these days my email box tells otherwise.
I always thought that I would become someone, a master in a field of knowledge. I always felt a mystery in the life that had to be unveiled. But life replies, you are no-one, and stronger is the effort to understand the mystery deeper is the sense of misunderstanding. When death comes it is clear that all the stories, all the researches, all the thoughts had has nothing to do with what you are. When death comes fear happens and when the fire of fear has dissolved everything present, there's nothing. So empty that there's not place neither for the idea of a world, and so fullness that there's no place for anything. In This I die, in This I am. D