Things seem to exist because the illusion of perception divides what is seamless into parts. They may appear separate and real, yet nothing stands apart from anything else. What seems divided is only the illusory play of subject and object, carving distinctions where none exist. This is not a world of independent forms, but a single, edgeless appearance without center or boundary. What’s taken as substance is simply emptiness in form, appearing as multiplicity. Although diverse in its appearance, this empty appearance is completely whole and indivisible.