Everything but nothing is illusion and no being will ever no what the nothing is — let’s call it LOVE, the ever unknowable nothing that is the source of the infinite everything.
So to consciousness, the source, LOVE, I say; I am your creation, your illusion, allowed by you to imagine that I am real — thus now that you have blessed me, that is not with the awareness, of this, your truth, do with me what you will, as it is your story not mine endlessly unfolding and I, that is not will ride each experience of you in joy, in bliss — waves of moments crashing on the shores of eternity.
“The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Parmenides taught that the only things that are real are things which never change… and the pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Heraclitus taught that everything changes. If you superimpose their two views, you get this result: Nothing is real.” ~ Philip K. Dick
“Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadows
where you accompany me in your dreams
and tell me the hour of light.” ~ Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets