Cessation is often described as the end of all experiences - thoughts, perceptions, sensations - as if it were a final event or conclusion. But this misses the core. It’s not an ending, realization, or transition; it’s the recognition that nothing was ever happening in the first place. There isn’t someone to realize an end of anything when everything has always been nothing.
The idea of cessation assumes that manifestation was real, that phenomena were unfolding, only to eventually stop or stop being believed as real. But what if the unfolding was just an appearance, a play of nothingness all along?
Cessation isn’t an event or conclusion, and it’s not another illusion - there’s no final act to a play which truly - isn’t happening. It’s clarity - the clarity that nothing truly arose.
There’s no journey, no process, no conclusion. Cessation isn’t a culmination, completion, transcendence, or result of anything at all - because that would imply something happened or is happening, to or for - someone.
The search for an "end" only continues the illusion that someone is here, and something is happening for them, with the hope that resolution will be found by ending - what’s happening. But cessation reveals this as truly empty. There’s nothing to reach, nothing to attain, and nothing to grasp. Cessation is the utter simplicity of being - the obviousness that there was never anything to hold onto nor long for, for anyone.
It’s not about rejecting experience in any way whatsoever, but rather is ‘seeing’ through the idea that any experience was ever happening in the first place. There’s nothing behind cessation, nothing underneath - just the simple truth of nothingness, already present.
So, what remains?
Not a void as in an absence waiting to be filled, not a ‘pregnant pause’ - but the simple reality that there is nothing - and nothing has to be done or could be done about, nothing. Nothing’s happening, and even that can’t be said to be happening.
No effort, no resolution, no next step.
No insights, no realizations.
No epiphanies, no revelations.
Nothing was ever broken, nothing needs or needed to be fixed - because nothing ever began or happened at all.