The sense of presence creates the feeling of a self at the heart of life, yet this presence is imagined. There is no one to exist, to vanish, or to experience what unfolds. Life appears effortlessly—unshaped by the notion of a central figure. The illusion of presence gives rise to the concept of absence as its counterpart, both equally lacking any foundation. Absence is simply the flip side of the imagined presence of a "me." Upon liberation, it becomes obvious there was no self to vanish, because there never was one in the first place. There is only this empty appearance—completely undivided, needing no one whatsoever.