The inside creates the outside.

[JessicaKatherine]

The outside world does not touch the inside, the inside creates the outside. The ego is the sponge that all of recorded sensory has downloaded into and responded to that covers the outside of what can't be touched.

I've been meditating on the topic of death again lately, the further I meditate on it I first have to get past the gross feeling I experience when the shock of "this will all end" hits my stomach. I am reminded that I am not taking the skin with me, nor does anyone or anything. Then the gross wave of knowing the skin that is here will decay. I realize, there is nothing I can do about it. Sometimes I surrender, sometimes I throw away the meditation because it is hard to remind myself.

So then, I can't control it, It's not the real me. Where am I? The real me? Why can this die and what will happen after?  What can't be touched is silent on the inside. It's something that has always been here forever. 

At the end of the day, how is any of this even possible?