In life, we find ourselves in an interesting position, that is: we are the infinite, mistaking itself for the limited and, therefore, seeking the infinite. The light of awareness gives rise to all manner of sensations, thoughts and feelings. Certain of these perceptions are sometimes mistakenly translated, in thought, into a separate self. After this limited self is taken to be real, there is the attempt to escape the feeling of limitation and to be re-integrated with all that is. The ironic part of this search is that one was never apart to begin with.
It's kind of like this: A person who was born free becomes an actor and starts playing the role of a slave. They play the part so well and for so long that they actually forget who they really are and totally identify with the role. One day, a friend might recognize them or they might naturally grow tired of living "in bondage", ending the masquerade, throwing aside their stage prop styrofoam chains, and they realize the natural freedom that has been theirs all along. There's no need to struggle against chains that aren't real. Bondage never existed, except as an idea and, therefore, liberation doesn't exist either. All of the drama of individuality and isolation has only been the boundless movement of the light of God. There is nothing apart from that.
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