Capital "You" is the ocean. Little "you" is the wave. The ocean is the You = Universe. The You-Are, the You that is without condition—just is—as the universe is, for unknowable reasons that are beyond anything we could even conceive of as reasons. There is no separation. It's only identity that separates and it's a projection. What are you? Tell me, please. You can't pin it down or define it: the little you has no substance by our own definitions. It's only identity that separates, and puts any time or space limit on anything. All was manifest from an unknowable that has no possible definition, is not you or me, or dead or alive, but it is and somehow (even more mysterious than it is, it creates). And you are a whole of the part, because it-all can all be traced back to a unity, physically and just by logical deduction, and gut feeling with skepticism too, beyond being and non-being, just beyond our mental conceptions. Self-identity is the only thing that comes with death. Spirit—nothing that can be imagined or portrayed or described, so don't try and don't trust those who try—is all, and it's more than physical, by scientific reasoning even. Identity is the tray. Identity is the wave. The ocean is the universe. Once identity is gone, the physical+unknowable "You" is equivalent to the Universe, and it could not be otherwise.
— Gabriel Fenteany, March 28, 2016
