We live in spaces created by the mind, spaces that are merely figments of our imagination and may not truly belong to us, or perhaps we do not belong to them.
There is evidence to suggest that our world and everything in it, from snowflakes to maple trees, from falling stars to spinning electrons, are ghostly images, projections from a level of reality so far beyond our own that it lies outside space and time.
We are perceivers. We are awareness, not objects, not solid forms. We are boundless.
The world of objects and solidity is a convenient framework, a description crafted to guide us through our passage on Earth. But reason forgets that it is only a description, and in doing so, it traps the fullness of our being in a cycle from which we rarely awaken in a lifetime.
