While we often see the caricatures of self in our day to day, our own reflections or those of others upon us, that self is a mirage.
That which is capable of being observed by the self is not the self, but and observation of an illusion, not even illusion itself.
The illusion of self is hidden by the reflection, but grasping even for that self is still monkeys grasping at the moon shining in the lake.
What is the moon shining in the lake but itself a mirage, reflecting the rays of the sun.
What are the rays.
What is the sun.
The further we reach anywhere, the further perturbed our entire journey.
Be still.
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