I am Life

The event of being diagnosed with a possible physical "problem" became the material for some inquiry into my true nature.  Why should the body continue?  Am I the body?  Am I the "I" thought that wants to survive, to continue?  Why should this "I" thought continue?  What is the problem with the dissolving away of the physical form or of the thought-created entity that says "I"?

After some contemplation it became clear, not just as a thought but as a direct insight, that I am not just the body or the sense of "I" but am more truly the Life which is flowing into expression and out of expression, appearing as the idea of a separate entity and then dissolving back into the Source, which it never actually left because it IS that Source.  "I" will not (or may not) survive as a form of any kind but the realization that I am that Life - or that only that Life is - brings a subtle, sweet experience that satisfies my "soul" completely and consummates the whole inquiry into life, death, and self.