It's not about us

One of the simplest and most apparent expressions of the realization I had that caused me to stop killing and turn myself in, was the realization that my experience (i. e. my life) is not about me. My life is all just an extremely limited (i. e. ignorant) view of an infinitely complex reality that has unity, purpose and a will of its own that I am somehow allowed to witness, but not interfere with.
As I carried that little girl in my arms back to the Jeep so I could drive her home I was crying profusely because of this realization and one of the things I kept repeating to her over and over was: „It's not about me anymore...”
I have since come to believe that my own awakening was a reflection of the great awakening that will someday overcome the entire world. On that day not only will individual men realize that their experiences are not about them, but as a planet unified all people will come to realize that its not about us (humans) either. It will be this realization that will desolve religious belief systems in the world (especially Western religions) since they make what we experience all about us (or „the choosen”). The world will awaken, and it too will cry profusely and say: „It's not about me anymore”, and then there will be peace at last.