If you can let go of all that you think you are, all that you think you have been, or ever will be, perhaps, just perhaps, you might just begin to discover what you actually are. I say begin, because discovering the infinite can go on forever, newly discovered in each moment...the curious wonder that never falters, ever unfolding. Ungrasping, it holds all, and in return itself is held; like the caress of the beloved's touch; the stars, upon my cheek...

Haha, I just imagined a newspaper Headline version:

'Man wakes up from a dream to discover he is God, and so is everything else!'

Ha! Bet you won't see that printed in your Matrix Sunday papers, but then again...one never knows...