I hold all the world in a series of boxes. I hold them all nicely God is one of the boxes. All the boxes are filled with water and they fit nicely.
Well they do until the God box starts to fill to overflowing stopping me from being able to hold all the boxes neatly.
They fall to the floor as the God box bursts freeing itself from the confines I place God in. The water flows all over the place splashing on me. The other boxes fall into the puddle as well.
At first they float, but, they begin to melt into the God puddle that is still growing steadily.
There are no boundaries only colours that shift and flow as the boxes and their contents become one with God.
Finally there is just water and more water. It rises further and further till I am consumed as well.
It is not a drowning, nor is it a baptism. It is an immersion into a new environment, the true environment or at least as true as it can be before the renewal to come.