I come across these words again. This is how I envision death. The bottle of "I" dissolves into the sea, one of my favorite places to be.
Peter Matthiessen, of the book Snow Leopard fame, says, “There is a wonderful Zen metaphor, that we are like a bottle of seawater floating in the ocean. We are encased in a bottle of our own construction, and we are separate from the whole, from the one. If that bottle were to melt or dissolve, we would then rejoin the whole, which is our natural condition. We aren’t separate from other beings.”
