Is the realization that life is a perfect mirage. Consciousness itself creates the illusion of separation, Life is the cure, it’s through this process (life) that we eventually find our way back to source, to the infinite and unbounded, where we always were. There is no physical world, the cosmic joke is on us when we realize our true nature never began at birth nor will it perish at death. This is how the world is overcome, it is seen in shining perfection culminating in this moment, it’s job is done. Our journey into the unknown has begun.
Your true nature is never lost amidst delusion, nor is anything gained in enlightenment. Every phenomenon that exists is a creation of thought, whatever has form is illusory, perfection in one mind is neither Buddha nor sentient beings, neither subject or object, but is whole and motionless at its depths. Without form. Not coming nor going, not originating or ceasing.
When thoughts arise, then do all things arise. When thoughts vanish, then do all things vanish. ~ Huang Po
The wonder of it All is exquisite. The perfect totality, infinite universe, luminous mind, there is no thing and nothing that is not it. Just this.