Once triggered, the nondual bomb — Pasupatastra!, the thought that destroys the universe — is like the controlled demolition of a skyscraper that leaves a once-massive structure smoldering in its own footprint. The massive structure is you as you think of yourself, and the smoking heap of rubble is you as you really are. There is no other final destination of this journey, no better outcome to be achieved. The post-apocalyptic devastation of selfhood is not just where this whole thing is going, it’s where it’s always been, just waiting for you to catch up, which, one way or another, you will. The droplet always returns to the sea.