The search arises from the feeling that something is missing. But there is nothing missing—what appears is already everything. The act of seeking implies separation and lack, yet there is nowhere to go, nothing to reach, and no one to get there. The illusory self imagines incompleteness, and that illusion only sustains the movement of seeking. But nothing is ever hidden or waiting to be found. There is only this: effortlessly appearing, offering no path, no progress, and no conclusion. What's appearing does not unfold toward anything—it simply appears, with nothing lost or gained.