You are one little notch woven into this fabric of infinite existence. That notch is important, because it keeps the cloth together, but at the same time, it is part of the cloth. It s not separate. Death only exists for us because we feel that we are dependent on our form. Yet the formless has no death, only form has death.
Form is an illusion, that is why it evolves, it degenerates, it gets corrupted, and it disappears.
But this is not true of formlessness, of presence. That presence is there forever. This presence is very elusive, it s not even physically in the breath, even though in that form we have some consciousness of it. For that reason, the experience of presence has to take the form of the formless. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever come into contact with.