Any attempt to uncover the illusion of “me” is doomed from the very start. It is the illusory “me” that questions, analyzes, and tries to expose its own unreality, yet it can't step outside its own loop. The seeker is the illusion, and so is the seeing. There is no outside to this dream, no observer that exists beyond it. Even the act of looking is shaped by the false sense of presence, which quietly sustains the illusion as awareness. But when there's no longer an imaginary seeker to search, what remains is this as it's always been—unfiltered, unfettered, and already complete.