The limited self is a thought-trap that it catches its made up self in. There it suffers, without ever existing. Except from the subjective experience that becomes a perceived reality from this limited perspective.

A subjective experience is thought giving birth to its own perspective from an identity that perceives itself to be limited in time and space. We identify with a limited self and to this we attach names, gender, professions, race, nationality, etc. to construct the specific avatar through which we view the world that we think we inhabit.

We have identified with this self so deeply that we have forgotten that it is just a character. And the character is running on direct or indirect quests to quench the thirst of seemingly not being whole.

Something recognizes that there is something missing. The self attempts to unself itself, but it is incapable of doing so. It attempts to fill the void, to become whole and complete. But it will never fill this void.

For there is no self.

And it is when this realization begins to take hold that something happens. It’s not a matter of filling a whole to become complete. It’s a matter of realizing that there is no self to begin with. Not the limited self anyhow, except for the mere subjective experience of it.

The self cannot be whole. And we are not it. We are that which is already whole. We were never incomplete - that was just the perspective of the ego identity. We are that very thing, spirit, nature, that is complete.

Our true nature is complete and whole. Everything else is arising out of a thought that constructs a seemingly separate self that thinks its imaginary self to be separate from the whole.

So, everything is truly one. God is the Alpha and Omega, if you will. But the mind filters reality into parts that we learn to name, define and categorise. But it is still in a way ignorant to claim that one is everything (”I am God!”), when done through the ego perspective.

And what other perspective would ever feel the need to claim to itself that it is what it already intimately knows itself to be? Who is it telling?

We have split infinity into pieces with our material mind. The pieces fall from the sky and we become fallen, while looking for our wings scattered on earth so that we may fly too close to the sun.

When we do not identify with the fallen one, then we truly fly. But not with worldly wings. We fly into a state of being that was always under our eternal wings.

Bascially, the self wants to become God. But it cannot accomplish this in separation. It cannot become God, because it would have to usurp that which is all there is, that which there is nothing mightier than.

So, for it to exist, perceived separation is a necessity. Hence, the birth of ”evil”, the force that divides and corrupts unity. The self can, however, disolve and in that death merge back into God - and realize that there never was anything else.

But there isn’t really something that merges back to God. There is just the cessation of what never was, but thought itself to be.