Spirit tells me that we can either be separate or merge.

But, I want both. Why can’t we have it both ways?

There are many more ways than one, He then tells me, to see, to think, to feel, and to hear. And, there are many more ways than one to do, to be, and to grow; to become. Every thing else is disposable, a means to an end, at best, or, a hindrance, unnecessary baggage, or a temporary pleasure that we can’t take with us, as it is. Even the pleasure or pan it brought into our being will, eventually, evaporate into nothingness.