Ego death is what happens when we cross the abyss, and what happens above there can merely be processed by individual conciosness since its a comparison of all (like why do bad things happens to good people)

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

— Aldous Huxley

D.H. Lawrence, from "Peach" (1923)

Sorrow, Donato Giancola

Mary Oliver, from Evidence: Poems (2009)

There is something quite dreamy and frightening about consuming oneself. I call it unspoken tenderness.

Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985