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When you are becoming consumed by something, you can feel it. These are your warnings—your mirrors—like the mirrors in your car that alert you to objects appearing closer than they seem. In the same way, your felt experience of life is closer than you know, and certainly closer than you think.

Your life is a testimony of will, coupled with a kind of divine interjection that infuses simplicity into every waking hour and every waking moment. In this, everything in life becomes spontaneous: a laugh, a cry, a sudden jolt, a call for help. Yet none of these are fully defined by identity, because nothing can be truly defined apart from the “I AM” that clings and separates.

This “I AM” does not end, and it does not die; it persists as the sense of separation through which experience is interpreted, even as life continues unfolding beyond it.