Reflections of death seemingly outside of you point back to your certainty that death is real, and that it’s a final triumph over God. That is the original point of this world–to prove that death is real, to enact a drama in which fear and pain and death are more powerful than what you Are, than what you extend from eternally. This world is an attempt to put a stop to eternity. And you made it. Because it is an imaginary world, you have done nothing real, and you have done nothing wrong.