I agree with you. It's the reason why I'm basing my life on the the promise of Nirvana, the merging (union) or shedding of one's "unique awareness" (the "I think; therefore, I am," I exist separately). This promise is something I acquired during my Void experience. It's actually more than a promise because I believe it's more of a "reprogramming" of my soul or core being or "awareness."
On the other hand (while in the Void), if I had merged completely with God(?), I would have remained in union with It, for It's tremendous love-presence was beyond compare. Alas, I'm back in this world, partly out of choice. I'm still addicted(?) to my "unique awareness." In the end, the Void had the final say to send me back to this world; I didn't have a map to figure out my way back here, after all.
To this day, even though I have gone through quite a number of misfortunes, I'm still not 300% sure I'm ready to merge or shed my "unique awareness," and believe me, I don't say this lightly. Interesting to say, my "unique awareness" cancelled out God(?)'s love-beyond-compare. My intense love for my separation must be that strong. Then again, perhaps God(?) knew my soul's sincere desire, to begin with, and let me go, but...the Void kept this reprogramming intact for my earthly thought to remember the event, enough to share.
You liked what I have said probably because "you" could sense that I have been speaking from the depths of my being...and the truth of my Void experience.
Well, I'm in California. Even though I'm in my hermit mood, coffee with cake and torte sounds great, doesn't it? I'm not on a diet.
"You know as well as I do that the DEAD don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they lose hold of the earth...and the ambitions they had...and the pleasures they had...and the things they suffered...and the people they loved. They get weaned away from earth -- that's the way I put it, weaned away. And they stay here (the Void) while the earth part of 'em burns away, burns out; and all that time they slowly get indifferent to what's goin' on in Grover's Corners.
They're waitin'. They're waitin' for something that they feel is comin'. Something important, and GREAT. Aren't they waitin' for the eternal part in them to come out clear?
And what's left when memory's gone, and your identity, Mrs. Smith?" THORNTON WILDER'S OUR TOWN
I am not sure we are that much apart in many ways. What comes after, you say you exerienced, I have not. I think whatever happens it will be beyond words. I like the way you express yourself.