Reality is prior to all of the perceptions and conceptions churned up by our senses and mind. When I alight there and rest in moments of clarity, both cognizer and cognized, subject and object, resolve back into their source and I recognize all else as nothing but ephemeral, fabricated phenomena. That includes myself, of course, or what in ignorance I take myself to be. This does not require any great spiritual breakthrough or bout of faith, just contemplation and a readiness to discard that soft spongy thing between our ears for what it is: an ephemeral, fabricated phenomenon built to generate endless ephemeral, fabricated phenomena.
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