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Lord Krishna himself said in the Gita, ‘Whatever you do, whatever you eat, whatever you offer in sacrifice, whatever you give away, and whatever you practise in the form of austerities, Arjun (Son of Bua Kunti) — do it as an offering to me.’ In other words, don’t keep anything for yourself. But is this an easy task? One has to make a tremendous effort; it does not happen by itself.

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How can consciousness be "all there is" with nothing existing apart from it? Why is it then when people die, the physical world continues to exist without them? Why does my consciousness feel to be in my body rather than the body/world to be in it?

Imagine standing on a cliff, gazing at a vast ocean…

…each wave rises and falls, distinct yet part of the sea. This is our playground for exploring the enigma of consciousness.

We're not just splashing around in shallow waters here. We're diving deep into the abyss where self and universe merge, where consciousness feels trapped in our bodies, yet the physical world dances on…

…unbothered by our mortal exit.

Consciousness feels trapped, doesn't it?

Like a bird in a cage, fluttering against the bars of our physical form. We're so fixated on this idea of 'I' within the body.

But here's a kicker: What if this 'I' is just a story we tell ourselves? The body is a mere vessel, a temporary abode for this ungraspable thing we call consciousness. Consider the ocean again. Each wave seems separate…

…but isn't it just the ocean doing its dance?

What happens when we die? The world keeps spinning, doesn't it?

Our exit from the stage doesn't halt the play. Consciousness, this elusive trickster, seems to weave in and out of form. Yet, the physical world, indifferent to our personal dramas, persists. It's a cosmic joke, really. We're so consumed by our own existence...

…that we forget we're just a blip in the infinite timeline of the universe.

Here's the twist in the tale.

Everything we perceive as separate is, in fact, part of a singular, all-encompassing awareness.

The notion of individuality? An illusion. A figment of our collective imagination. We're like actors playing parts, so engrossed in our roles that we forget it's just a play. In reality, there's no separation, no 'me' and 'the world'.

It's all one grand, intricate dance of consciousness.

The paradox of consciousness is not just a riddle to solve.

It's a gateway to freedom. Once you see the illusion, you can't unsee it. There's no turning back. You begin to understand that the sense of separation, the feeling of being trapped in a body, is just a part of the cosmic play. And in that realization lies liberation. You're not just a wave; you're the entire ocean.

So, ride the waves of this existence with the knowledge that separation is an illusion, a trick of the mind. Dance with it, laugh with it, but don't be fooled by it. In the end, we're all just stardust…

…playing our part in the universe's grand narrative.