The fruit of spiritual life is never what people expect it to be. You’re constantly leaving behind any fixed assembly of identity as you begin to move freely on the infinite ocean of consciousness. You face whatever comes to meet you on your path. The moment begins to define identity.
One of the realities of spiritual life is that existence truly is eternal. It never comes to an end; it just continually changes. The idea of a recognizable and familiar pattern of life is an illusion. The nature of existence is ever-new and surprising.