How blessed are we, when we disappear, diluting ourselves in the tiny morning dew droplets and in the rushy rivers, dissolving ourselves into the clouds, the misty, the overall air? 

It's us still, but no us anymore, like we never came from nowhere, no ancestors, no present self, no rememberance, just sprawling entangled into the moment.

It's "how to disappear completely?" and you did it.