Emptiness

So it is not so much a question of familiarity or comfort as it is the fear of dying...to who we thought or believe ourself to be. And anything or anyone that threatens the indulgence of this self-image creates fear. Grasping so tightly onto this projection of self as it 'secures' our place in this world. Though it is through this illusionary security that we further create insecurity. Through this manufactured discontentment - in fear we are now running away form our very own projection. Hurting each other along the way as we run away from this [self-projected] unhappiness. Running and trampling over each other and we don't even know where we are running. Yet this very running has created our world. And so the hamster wheel turns ;-) ...which begs the question...who dies...? It is the maker of this self-image that dissolves. The maker which views from the limited, judgmental and restricted view of 'I'. We empty ourselves. Within this emptiness, what remains?