A dance comes into existence
a dancer is dancing.
A dancer is a dancer
a dance is getting enacted.
and the dancer end?
the dance end?
Where is the separation between the two,
the dance and the dancer?
through the dance,
the myriad relationships and the gamut of emotions,
in these relationships and the various events
interwoven into the story
being enacted out through the medium of dance,
suggests a limitation, a staticity.
there might be a myriad of complexities,
all these nuances are still bound
within the limitations of the script.
the script is not visible.
And due to this "veiling"........... the "manifestations", the characters
both animate and inanimate, within the dance,
believe that they themselves are dancers of their own volition,
AS IF they have "free will" .
thereby believe they are enacting their own little dance-drama.
But each individual dance-drama is nothing
a tile in the mosaic of the dance-drama of Totality.
mirror......... the structure of the whole.
fractals within fractals, within fractals,
interwoven, interrelated, interconnected .........
In an awesome harmony,
appearing as a net of jewels,
being the reflection of the other.
And that, in essence there is no movement.
Within it, at the ionic levels of quarks and bosons,
are billions of movements taking place by these "particles".
At the consciousness of that "particle" if you proposed
that despite all the hoopla, nothing is moving,
the "particle" would laugh at you,
maybe even stone you to death for the blasphemy.
Or hand you a wooden cross.
And yet at the level of consciousness of a rock,
nothing really moves,
even though this level of consciousness
is "made up" of zillions of
lend the "no-movement solidity" to the rock.