You see yourself
in the world, while I see the world in myself. To you, you get born and
die, while to me the world appears and disappears. Our world is real,
but your view of it is not. There is no wall between us, except the one
built by you. There is nothing wrong with the senses, it is your
imagination that misleads you. It covers up the world as it is with what
you imagine it to be - something existing independently of you and yet
closely following your inherited or acquired patterns.
This must be well
grasped: the world hangs on the thread of consciousness. No
consciousness, no world.