There is no self and never was. There is only life, arising or happening. You are not who you think you are (literally). “You” seem to exist because the thought “I” appears. Then you believe it, then it has a life, and then all of “your” life gets created. But that life is not you, and it is not who you really are. In reality, you are nothing and no one. Life is happening — and there is nothing outside of that. The illusion is that “you” are personal. Yet nothing can happen to “you” because there is no “you.” “You” can’t be harmed. The body can perish, but it’s not “your” body any more than a flower is “your” body — it’s the body of life.