The crux of this matter is that however a person shows up to us, they are a reflection of our own judgments and conclusions--our own separation anxieties, fixed ideas and values.
Life really doesn't care whether you personally live or die, since through living it expresses itself through you, and in death, simply uses the vacated quantum waves, molecules and cells to joyfully re-animate into new forms of life.
Our experience is what is real. The gaslighters of the world would tell you that what you think is happening is not what's really going on, and eventually, we all submit to the "facts" of life as assigned to us by these controllers.
You mean we are actually creating every single moment that is happening to us? Yep. Even if you buy that--even a little bit--it is a bitch to wrap your head around it.
As we become inclusive of ALL of who and what we are--the entire spectrum of densities from that carbonized black goo to the glorius effulgent light of infinite being, we gain a mastery over our choices.
EXCERPT: The ego bravado of the sensei was no match for the embrace of infinite love from the master, and points to the crux of human ego identification. The ego is the defensive system of identity, protecting the image of who we have decided we are, which is not much more than a rag-tag collection of choices, judgments and conclusions randomly constructed from the infinite possibilities of our being.