The loss of the separate self is what drops, dies, melts, snuffed out when seen. So too is all the baggage that goes with a separate individual me...the suffering and stories. Maybe felt as complete relief like air out of a large inflated balloon, or tight underwear finally discarded.
What appears to be revealed is unending immense unconditional love as everything and empty of separation, empty of a me.
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