All those years of seeking and in the end there was nothing left. Lisa never got anywhere, she was left with nothing, nothing left for the me, no me. Getting somewhere was just a dream.
Hypothetically if a me could see this, it would run screaming as there is nothing for it here, no hope, no future, no enlightenment, no gain of any kind.
What is left is what never left, what is left is total aliveness, a sea of aliveness, ever changing but never moving. Wild!