Grandiose

There is a great deal of pleasure to be had in vaunted notions of oneself, if only momentarily, and as a regular feature of the self-indulgent contented ego, though the saints among us recommend the loss of it for true and durable happiness. But should we succeed in rubbing out our divinely offensive sense of our smallcase self, replacing it with the mystical largecase “I”, what residue of us persists to enjoy the final infinite bliss which is predicted to emerge from this event, once we have been subsumed by it? Perhaps, should the wholly unlikely confluence of events place you next to me when the holiness of permanent transcendence descends, envelops, and consumes you, I vow to do my utmost to describe it to you, or rather to whatever sufficient and percipient quantity of you may be left behind to bear witness.