As a matter of fact we don't "get" anything by any means.
Rather we "become" something.
Obviously, getting something suggests that something was missing in any case and subsequently we really want to go "get" it.
Everything is now here. The thing that matters is that, we have gathered to such an extent "stuff" in the method of thoughts, conclusions, encounters, and so on, that its shading our genuine Self. The total Self.
Envision our cognizance resembles a monster windshield going through existence. All that it sees stalls out on a superficial level. Exceptionally soon our perspective on this universe and our self, just is stuck on our windshield. See the problem?
For this reason we can have sensations of dread, misery, outrage, a feeling of sadness or simply feeling incapable throughout everyday life. We accept we are some frail, diminutive, definition called "me."
We presently actually genuinely accept that we are just the stuff on our windshield.
"You mean I should simply clear off my windshield?" you shout.
Indeed! There's nothing more to it! Scrubba name and presto! You are right back to your reasonable vision once more