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How do we know what is real?
Looking around, I see the trees, the sun, the vast and gentle slope of the Earth. I feel the wind, I hear the blood in my ears. Soon, I will be gone, returned into these things that have appeared to my perceptions as a tapestry complete in itself, indifferent to this small height of separation I have climbed: this life. For it is the Earth and the Universe that seem more constant than this passing body and "special effect" personality.
But completeness and indifference are hard to judge in the Universe when I am adrift in this sea of change. When I see this creature that I am from a more objective standpoint, I seem rather like a reef or flotilla of beings, all so exquisitely dependent upon each other that this microcosm can only co-arise as a prismatic whole. Perhaps the large Universe is like this too. Nothing forgotten, all of it indispensable.
Now the Universe can be seen, not as a collection of "things," but full of the iterations of some grand, unifying wave, echoing upon itself. It comes to our lives in the guise of unconditional love.