The universe is impersonal.
And, since you are like a leaf dangling from one of its countless, outstretched limbs, unified with its infinite totality, your presence is impersonal too.
There is nothing individual about any of this—including you.
All that Is, is universally and harmoniously one. No thing can be considered distinct or apart from all the rest.
In truth, no thing exists. There is only That which Is, the ever-flowing stream of consciousness, complete with all of the illusions that appear within it, and you are That—not the illusions, but the consciousness in which all things are being dreamed.
We (as the people we seem to be) are a process of the universe—a presence of consciousness, being. Our beingness, is the dreaming. There is nothing separate about us, or any of this—all that Is, is inter-connected and mutually co-arising, spontaneous and without any reason whatsoever.
We are consciousness, knowing itself, experiencing itself through the illusory objects of its own dreaming.
We get tripped up, however, when the mind overlays a personalized story of a personal self on top of the universal awareness that shines through it. We then mistakenly believes ourselves to be a separate entity that stands apart from the rest of manifestation.