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Death is the road to awe. Death is freedom from thought. When one realizes that death is the letting go of knowledge, one will see. Thought is the constant struggle to be. Thought, with all its’ effort and might, which in truth is weak and powerless, will try to be something. Thought, can then be named the Sacred I. I am: A name, a position, an age, a feeling, I am the all knowing, for all I know is all there is to know, and as I learn, I will be more, for I know more, yet it is still all I know. I will never be more than what I know. Thought is fear. Fear is loss. Thought is afraid to lose knowledge, for knowledge sustains it, gives it an identity, gives it the illusion that it is real. For example, take a fight with reason. I fight because if I don’t, I will lose. What I will lose, according to thought, is mine. This money is mine, this human is mine, this land is mine, for my thoughts tell me so. The knowledge of possession is the root of all fear. I possess this life, therefore I will fight for it. Had I never known this was all mine, it would all simply be. This money, simply is. This human, simply is. This land, simply is. And in between it all would be one, not an I, for an I would have no knowledge that I possesses itself. Without possession there is no life or death, for then there is no struggle to hold on to knowledge. It is all unknown, One does not know that one possesses life, therefore one does not fear death, for there is no knowledge of death. Life and Death are therefore, non-existent. Truth is the understanding of non-existence, and rather than striving to become something, to exist, to be important, simply be nothing. One is, period.