The illusory self imagines a split within what appears, as though life could divide itself to know itself. This illusion of duality creates the sense of an experiencer and what is experienced. But there is no inner observer, no outer reality—just this empty appearance without anyone at its center. The dream of “me” sustains the feeling of being here in relation to something else. Yet when that dream dissolves, there is no subject or object, no separation at all. There is only this empty appearance, seamless and whole, with no one apart to experience it.