'I am' is the dream. 'I am' is that which experiences itself as separate. However, it is not real. There is no 'I' to be separate. What is - a book, reading these lines, the surrounding, you - is no-thing. It is undivided and unknowable. The death of 'I am' is the end of separation. However, nothing dies, because there is nothing alive. All there is is aliveness itself which is free already. It is ungraspable freedom. In this book, Andreas points to the natural reality which is no-thing. A reality that apparently is beyond the energetic setup of 'I am' which is exposed as illusory.