Illusion

 

May the following meditation be read and felt slowly

Me and mine are illusions. And yet all sentences of relevance to us contain these words.

Do I exist? Do I exist? Am I?

When I look at myself reduced to my physicality, I recognize an existing self. But if I try to look behind the magic mirror and focus my attention on the innermost, I cannot discover a „I“. I then see a substance from which my innermost being is created – but do I consist of this substance?

Corporeality is the house, the temple of the soul. It is a vehicle that makes journeys within the physical dimension experiencable. In contemporary terms, nothing more than a „data suit“ through which we can „perceive“ sensory impressions. So the body is form – does it possess essence?

WHO is that for whom these sensations exist? For „WHOM“ are they meant for? „WHO“ or „WHAT“ is the one who receives them? „WHAT“ is the innermost? What is the intrinsic substance of that which makes us experience that we „ARE“?

Am I dreaming my being? Am I being dreamed? By „Whom“? WHY? WHO – AM – I ???

There can be no eternity in transience. There can be no transience in eternity. There can be nothing absolute, and likewise nothing relative. Perception is based on imagination and imagination drifts in the wind of illusion. The magic of cognition is invalid in the face of all illusion. Illusion is neither lie nor truth, but bodiless. Essencelessness is nothing else but emptiness. So I recognize the world – by seeing that it does not exist. Deception – life is deception.

But if „life“ is one of the innumerable possible illusions, is there a truth that lasts? Is there truth beyond all transience? Can my being emerge from the deep ocean of error and illusions?

Nothing is TRUTH. TRUTH is NOTHING. Everything is nothing.