One of the difficult tenets of Advaita denotes the world as illusory, sometimes comparing it to a reflection in a mirror. Actually it isn't too difficult to regard the world as an aggregate of sensory and mental inputs shaken by desire and fear and stirred by memory and expectation and poured into our brain pans and served with an olive. We swallow this as our world without question. But the aggregate fabrication is not the reflection, or if we stretch this simile still more, it is a reflection of a reflection, a mirror reflecting the contents of a mirror, receding into infinity. It is secondary. The primary reflection of reality, the original mirror, is consciousness.
Reality-->consciousness-->world
You and I are of the world, consisting of consciousness, reflecting a reality far beyond anything concocted through sensual and mental attributes. Consciousness is a qualification of reality like wetness is a qualification of liquid.
I am the perfect member of Faulkner's audience: not enough genius to create on his level, but enough horsepower to be awed by what he does.
"What it means to be natural or normal you do not know, nor do you know that you do not know." N.M.
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