In the final analysis, waking up is not about doing anything or not doing anything. It is a grace. It is the grace of not being able to define yourself. It is the grace of knowing yourself as limitless mystery. The paradox of Self-knowledge is that I cannot know what I am. I am beyond definition. To experience this first hand is called awakening. You know that you cannot possibly know. It is seen, with great clarity, that one arrives at knowing who they are only through a willingness to not know. This state of permanent bewilderment, this willingness to not know EVER is the death. It is a plunge, once and for all, into a fathomless mystery. This not knowing is the death that the self-image cannot survive.