What is called "reality" is never found in what appears, but in the false sense that it is something more substantial. The dream of "me" overlays what appears with meaning, truth, and solidity, turning it into something real. Yet this added sense of reality affects nothing. This appearance does not become real, no matter how convincing it may seem. There is only what appears—without essence or existence. When the illusion of self and reality vanishes, nothing is lost. There is simply this empty appearance as it is—neither real nor unreal.