This subtle body of organic chemicals and functional compounds doesn’t reflect pure consciousness as much as let that omnipresent light into this box of mindstuff revealing it as so much Maya.
Maya is like the dream of Brahman. Like a dream, Maya isn’t real. But like a dream, Maya is certainly happening. And Maya is like a metaphysical koan. Does the universe have a maker, it asks. Maya (or mu), it answers.
If Maya is like a dream, pure consciousness is not like deep sleep, but existence itself. In other words, deep sleep appears in awareness as the sun appears in that omnipresence so bright, it burns out the mind’s eye looking at it. So it’s called a black hole by the nihilists.
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