The freedom, rest me seeks for is in its own death...not really that me dies but rather me never was in the first place, an illusion is not real, an illusion only appears to be real. Everything appearing is both real and unreal simultaneously...not for a me but simply is. What appears for a me is... yet it will never grasp the simultaneous nothing and  everything. Me is a separate energetic energy and can only be in a knowing experience of separation. The beauty of everything and nothing is unknowable, all inclusive, unlimited, boundless with no edges nor borders...complete freedom and rest.