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In darkness, death is feared above all other threats. Death is understood and felt to mean the death of the self. Unyielding attachment to one's discrete form makes this fear inevitable. All form must pass; so if one conceives of oneself as a form, then one's self so conceived must eventually be made void. This has been called an illusion, yet it remains a truth of life in separation! In unity, death is known and felt to be something other than the death of the self. In unity, death is realized as the ending of a form. This may be a smaller form, like a flower at winter's first frost, or a larger form, like a galaxy on its final turn through the heavens. But the self does not die, because it only is: ever still and silent within and beyond the ever-changing realities of form. A man in separation will not allow his true self, and will insist upon being his manly form. The death of his manly form to him means the destruction of his self. Imagine his surprise when his manly form is gone but he finds himself still there! ...Death is not an illusion. Death is! It is as real as anything in any created reality. Yet in the pre-created reality of the one true self – which only is – there is no death. It is! I am! We are! ...The illusion of death is only this: that the self could ever die.
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