we exist not as a group

we exist not as a group or collective, there is no sense of an army of minds or souls marching together. we are alone, there is no we but the hope that there is another in this separateness of existence.every particle is made of parts but each part acts according to its own nature, every atom creates its own world of electrons protons neutrons and lives that life despite any attachment to another atom, so hydrogen and carbon though married, do not change, do not become one another though their union creates a possibility of a greater molecule. though there comes a chain of entrained particles, each plays its role and does not become something else, change its inherent nature. it merely acts in accord with the external requirements.yet in each atom, in each subatomic particle, there is a consciousness, to become that which creates, to become that which created itself, for the unconscious notion that we are created and not just self made, that this consciousness comes from someone, somewhere other, is inherent in everything, we are separated, but from what, from a source, from a template that was designed, that had intelligence that evolved and is evolving us, as a reflection of its own creation and end, we imagine god as ourselves but greater and more perfected, but still as personal and approachable to those that prove themselves worthy. and somehow its a life devouring task to become worthy. but the truth is there is no other, it is a fruitless task to become worthy to oneself, for we know our own failings too well to lie effectively to our self. the truth is i am, and thats the end of existence, all else is just conjecture, for where i am ends, you do not begin, nothing begins, the emptiness and truth reside. i dont become you or them or all or some, but rather just I in greater and greater perspective, the aloneness does not shatter, it becomes so great, it cant be seen or felt, the sense of other finally disappears with the unending changeless nature of being, and what was a quest to find oneself, becomes the end of all self and dissolves every notion of life and death. nothing is supreme and from that there is oneness unresolved.the creation, the miracle of being recognized separate from the one, is a symptom of the illusion of existence, awareness, consciousness. all is truth though nothing endures beyond the dream, and what is now impossible to disbelieve, becomes a fragment of light, a shadow from a passing cloud and left alone, vanishes.