Here’s a sort of amalgamation: imagine if it were somehow literally the case that the ground of being were pure infinite love, and its job was to birth entire realities into existence, to give it a way to know itself from infinitely many perspectives. Now imagine rediscovering this truth, from the perspective of that primordial, atemporal being-ness, and watching that process evolve into the experience you normally think of as “being me.”
Here’s a sort of amalgamation: imagine if it were somehow literally the case that the ground of being were pure infinite love, and its job was to birth entire realities into existence, to give it a way to know itself from infinitely many perspectives. Now imagine rediscovering this truth, from the perspective of that primordial, atemporal being-ness, and watching that process evolve into the experience you normally think of as “being me.”