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Far or forgot to me is near, Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear, And one to me are shame and fame.That was Charbak for the vast majority. But for a tiny minority, there could be something else, that lies beyond pale of reason, of logic, that has created this illusion of a physical world. The world that is hinted at in movies like the Matrix, the simulation argument of Nick Bostrom and of course by the original Advaitin, Sankara, and his thesis of “Brahma Satya, Jagat Mithya” -- that the world is an illusion. Could it be that we are not real at all ? Should we doubt our own existence? But then again
They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
P.P.S. This article originally appeared in India America Today