Space. Subatomic particles. All emptiness, no solid substance anywhere. All what we perceive - a dance of reflections only: that's what we call "mind".
The greatest mystery: that something exists. Why does exist simply nothing? Why is there something at all? Single Big Bang - what was before, why did it happen, and where? Fluctuating universe - unlimited ammounts big bangs, since eons and eons - why?
We sit and think, heads in our hands, wondering. Who is the thinker? Where does he sit? What's it that he sees? Emptiness staring into emptiness, seeing all. We may send out probes and spaceships, we may go deeper and deeper into the subatomic world - could it be that we are the answer?
A dream within a dream, dreaming of that dream.
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