Be careful. The moment you start talking you create a verbal universe, a universe of words, ideas, concepts and abstractions, interwoven and interdependent, most wonderfully generating, supporting and explaining each other and yet all without essence or substance, mere creations of the mind. Words create words, reality is silent.
Nisargadatta, I Am That, Chapter 87
Can we accept this as true? What does it mean to look at our ‘world’ as a creation of the mind? Is what we call our ‘mind’ much more than we have heretofore assumed it to be? Beyond the mind, is there a reality that is something the mind can never comprehend or try to grasp?
Food for thought.