Relief. [?]

Found out today, in the middle of my sleep, what I really am. Found out there is not but Us. No great but awful. No joy but also no pain. Was meant to not be, just to exist... As what? Maybe as just a receiver of pain, giver of anger. Maybe in the end I am nothing more than just matter. And consciousness is vage reminder of what man shall never be or fall into. Truth is not a thing, what cannot be changed, so maybe truth, but, about what?