We are all God seeds. Cells in the infinite body of consciousness. Not separate and apart from that which we are but intimately one with all life everywhere. In the dream of separation we float in the great waters of truth but imagine a ME separate and apart, longing for more, longing for other, longing to wake up, longing for home. Not knowing, in all our reaching and contriving, controling and predicting, that the me so intent on waking, never wakes up. It is awakened from. Not in some violent transcendence of self, but in the same innocent, eye (I) open, waking from sleep.