Wow indeed, contemplating your post has put ‘me’ in dangerous territory, dangerous for ‘me’.
‘I’ anchor ‘myself’, there is actually nothing substantial anchoring ‘me’ other than ‘myself’. This pin that keeps ‘me’ in place can be pulled out so that ‘I’ unravel. It seems such a little thing to do and yet the implications are scary.
Scary not in the sense that there is any genuine danger but rather because of the magnitude of the shift, of the fact that all of ‘me’ disappears, and then there is nothing but that magical perfection and purity welling up in all directions.
It’s like am I ready to be this very magical perfection and purity experiencing itself as a flesh and blood body, that is rather extreme! Not that it makes ‘me’ stop in ‘my’ tracks, in fact ‘I’ know this is exactly where ‘I’ am to proceed. But apprehending oblivion and also the magnitude of what lies after ‘my’ annihilation is daunting and alluring at the same time.
I have this “apocalyptic track” playing in ‘my’ head when ‘I’ am contemplating this 
It’s like things would shift from ‘me’ existing as this tiny ‘I’ and instead this body would be the very infinite and eternal universe experiencing itself, that is such a huge shift. Then there could not be any boundaries between this body and the rest of infinitude, the perfection and purity which wells up in all directions could not be contained into a neat box or somehow hidden from. Perhaps this is exactly what happens with the newly free state.