The aloneness of seeing the world from a different colour pallet.

When the balloon pops, what’s revealed is that you’ve never truly existed. You’re nothing but space/air/awareness. Space/air is nothing, nothing exists and neither do you. The cushy ego/balloon was a false sense you were something other than air/space/awareness. What was inside of the balloon has now been absorbed into all that is. Imagine we are all balloons. The thick rubber layer is our self (the witness) and our identity (the character). As we go through life, this rubber