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[anagogy]

It was the Creator / Us / Me who wanted to experience Himself / Myself in such a manner. If I wanted to to pretend I'm just a weak, almost helpless human whose fragile body occupies only an astronomically small (oxymoron?) part of an Infinite universe, why should I want to end such illusions? Why not keep dying and reincarnating forever, instead of returning to the Source only to experience nothing but unimaginable bliss?

You do continue reincarnating forever.  Just in different forms.  And even after you join with the creator, eventually a new octave is born and the process is explored again.

Then again, that is the level of appearances.  Of course, separation never actually occurs, it is just a distortion, or perspective, that is displayed (like a movie) as awareness looks through the sensory system and then proceeds to identify with the perceptions being seen.

I'm quite certain that there is utterly no way for me to even imagine the pleasure felt by the Creator. Which makes it easier for me to continue pretending that I'm not alone, and continue pretending that there are others to love and serve.

Even were the illusion transcended, consciously, the concept of "alone" doesn't exist in *what is*.  The concept of "alone" is usually referenced in a negative way, almost as if the illusion was created so the creator didn't have to be so alone, but my understanding is that is not the case.  Alone, in that context, is a concept of lack.  No such lack exists in the creator.

I guess the important question to always ask yourself is: can I find my alignment with the creator that is out of the illusion even though I am looking at the illusion?  That is challenge and game being afforded you in this incarnation.  In other words, you are not a fragile, weak human being, occupying an insignificant amount of space.  You are the One Infinite Creator, and finding the truth of that, viscerally, in this incarnation is a joy beyond imagining.

You think that the creator dwells in unimaginable bliss?  Imagine the bliss of reunifying with that, after having forgotten it.  The point of seemingly leaving the fruit basket of god is this: if you never left, you could not know the sublime joy of returning.  How could you properly enjoy a fine meal, if there was no desire to eat it?  What is the pleasure in seeking warmth, when you are not somewhat cold?  When do you most appreciate basking in the love of another, other than when you have experienced the lack of that for a time?

Do you understand?