The sense of waiting suggests a presence anticipating change, progress, or fulfillment—a “someone” poised for what comes next. This anticipation fuels the illusion of a timeline and a self moving along it. Yet there’s no one here to wait, and nothing to wait for. When the illusion of a waiting self falls away, what’s left is not the fulfillment of expectation but the end of the one who held it. Without the illusory “me,” waiting itself disappears, leaving only the immediacy of what appears. This empty appearance is already complete as it is, without any trace of time or expectation.