Apart from thoughts, there’s no such thing as mind. Apart from thoughts, there’s no independent entity called the world. Of all thoughts that arise in the body, the I-thought is the first.

The irony is that the person glimpsing this moment of higher consciousness, this Oneness, encounters the ultimate realization that there is nothing to realize. The world is still there, unchanged. But the difference is that it is now an extension of our consciousness, seen directly and not analytically. And since it is redundant to be attached to something already a part of you, there is a sudden sense of freedom from our agonizing bondage to things.

What is self? There is no self. Self is a fiction. Just based on memory and conditionings and habit. And you can’t trust memory. What if you lose your memory tomorrow? Everything that you are so attached to today won’t mean a thing. That’s why everything is transient and ephemeral, including the self.

The only thing that remains undissolved, unburnt is consciousness.