The mind-created world is like a story printed in a book. Full of nouns, verbs, action, suspense — the entirety of human drama.
From birth, virtually all of us are taught that the words in this book describe the totality of the truth, reality itself, and we are taught that we are individual characters in this book, and the story written for ourselves is ultimately real, and of ultimate primacy.
What is much more rarely taught, and so remarkably easy to miss, are the pages on which the book is written — the shimmering, immediate, eternal canvas of consciousness in which all of the drama appears.
When this is seen, when primacy shifts from the words on the page to the page on which the words are written, the entire story is seen to be even less substantial than the ink with which the story was inscribed.