

Beautiful.
Identity is just something our brains invent to better make sense of the world. It doesn’t exist as anything other than a thought. You are the universe and the universe is me. The only thing that goes away when anything “dies”, is the illusory and self-imposed border between the “individual” and the rest of it all.
Or a night shift. I’m on my way home after one right now and I’ve been awake since yesterday afternoon, so about eighteen hours.