We don’t really exist at all in terms of a story. The moment creates us new to play out the happening of the moment perfectly. In fact the eternal qualities of life (oneness, joy, pain, peace, despair etc) simply occur randomly each moment without cause and create a so called me and a so called another (mirrors) only for that moment. If the thinking mind is dropped with its story of me in time , which is a complete fiction then also the event would still have happened as it did with thought thinking someone did it. In fact the despair for the thinking me when things don’t go as planned is simply how the random event of despair occurs in the immediacy of now :))) so even the thinking mind is something that occurs randomly by no one as such …all is empty already…all of it…There is simply no one ever. Just life. Just space. Same One thing….eternally.