It's not hypothesis or philosophy to say that, at times, life requires us to completely let go of who we are in order to rediscover ourselves.
Those moments can be transformational, but they involve a certain kind of trust in the unknown I am often unwilling to broker.
One of the signature features of seeing one's own individuality is the ever-deeper impression that one's being, in the outward sense of personality, is firmly cemented. It's not only inflexible; it is highly resistant to change, and prefers to cross the same territory over and over again. This isn't seen clearly without a deeper and more rooted investment in the organism, the body; and then one finds that one's individuality, one's Being, has been poured into this body and rooted there as firmly as life can do it.
Now, this is a right thing, because as divine energy descends into the earthly level, it must root itself firmly if it is to gain a purchase and grow. Yet roots cling; and if they find themselves so firmly embedded in personality, how can one let go of this?
The irrevocable commitment to life, which is illustrated by every manifestation of my Being, is accompanied by an irrevocable commitment to death. The two forces are complementary; and one cannot be understood without the other. I think, really, we can understand death; we call it the great unknown, but within the depths of the organism, death is well understood. I think that death is well understood not just by the body, but even by the soul, that knows by the very sources from which it draws nourishment that death is both natural and desirable.
This is an organic as well as a spiritual understanding; yet all of the fear in my personality aligns itself against death.
If there is a part that I need to let go of, I think it lies here.