Why would I want to be the same person, place, thing for all eternity, infinitely?

 Why would I want to be the same person, place, thing for all eternity, infinitely?

I am ONE.  I AM ONE BEING, being all things.  I enjoy being different people, places, things.  I do it by being you, temporarily.  There is no you at my level of beingness.  You are a temporary manifestation of my mind.  When you are no more, I still am that I am.  When you die, I live on.  Dying, letting go, is only a big deal for human minds.

Human minds want to live forever, be infinite.  Human minds know they die, but they still want to be themselves when they die, they still want to be recognizable to others, still want their personality, persona, quirks and uniqueness that identifies them as themselves to others.  They want their accomplishments noted, and then they want to continue having their life in heaven or some other place, even returning to earth or physicality, or some other spirit or energy realm or dimension, ever being themselves and gaining more knowledge, understanding, wisdom, having more experiences as themselves.  And so it is, for a time, but the time comes when THAT individual essence (that is me, individualized) wants to no longer experience being itself, being what it has been, no longer wants to experience its limitations, no longer wants to be bound, limited, finite.

Forever, whatever, YOU (human, male, female, the same persona, character forever) really?  Seriously?  

Right now, most human minds, their ego minds, want to perpetuate themselves infinitely.  They want to live on and on just being themselves.

By individualizing myself into “I am that I am,” I am all that I am interacting with myself from all perspectives, positions, points-of-views, personas, personalities, characters, people, places, things, and all dimensions in space and time all at once in one place.

Religions and most theologies, philosophies cater to the ego mind’s desire to live forever as itself.  

My characters and multiplicity of personas have exciting interesting lives being this and that, being devils and angels in heavens and hells, pursuing their objectives, goals and ambitions, which makes the universe one compelling, marvelous circus of endless possibilities, all BECAUSE they think they are themselves.

Once a persona awakens and gets over itself and realizes it is Me being them (temporarily for a time and a season–a mere character in a book, popping in and out of different chapters or being killed off never to return again) that persona enjoys whatever happens to it and whatever outcomes it experiences.

“But I don’t want to die,” said Joe.
“Why not?”  I asked.
“Because that will be the end of me.”
“So tell me Joe, who is this ‘me’ this you, this person you are referring to?  You want to be you, forever?”
“Yeah, I want to go on and have other experiences, you know, like in heaven where everything is peaches and cream, where there are no more tears, worries or fears.  Heaven, you know, heaven!  I want to still exist after I die.  I still want to be me.  I don’t want to just disappear.”
“Joe, do you know what you are.  You are your memories.  Who would you be, Joe, if you forgot all your memories?  Who would you recognize?  Without your memories, would you know your family, your friends, what you did for a living, for fun, where you vacationed, what you experienced?”
“You mean like dementia, where I forget who I am, and forget my own kids, and wonder ‘who are these strangers visiting me?’ and forget my past, who I was, and I also don’t even recognize where I am, or I can’t even remember the words for things I am looking at, and everything is unfamiliar, like when I was a kid, a toddler, a baby, and didn’t know anything.  Well, without my memory, I wouldn’t even know I exist.”
“Imagine, Joe, if you got a different body, but still had all your memories from a previous body.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing babies are born with dementia.”
Every time you get born you get a blank ego, and yet, you come with inherited propensities and quirks (certain imbedded memories).  Which means “I”, the one and only, experiences life from a different perspective.