Where is the reality of the situation?  Who is it?
Upon closer inspection, all that was once considered 'there' was no longer 'there' to be seen.  And what was left?  Probability.  Likelihood.  Circumstance.  Ripples in a vast pond.  So curved and large that to see the other side one must travel across immense flat space and only from an infinite distance could it be seen to curve indeed.  But even there one lies upon that immenseness.  There is nothing outside of that vastness save the ripples to be seen on the surface.  The complex combinations of one ripple upon another creates a vast network of infinitely more waves and what one might call 'we' are left with the impression that solid ground is indeed solid: where the reality has it that nothing is in fact there at all.  An imperfect rendering of this art says that Matter is from Mind.  A more perfect conception has it that none of this is from that, and nothing is without that.  All is in everything.

Praise be to the Almighty, or whatever imperfect conception of such which is in vogue with you today.
 
 

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