The game of Life, the dance of Shiva, “el teatro del mundo” – or Maya (to make the issue more complex) – is a riddle as seen from down below, “the play of forms”. Those who know say that it is beginningless and also that no meaning can be attached to it. Thus, we rest content, since, from the standpoint of consciousness (which we are) there is no Maya… but, if somehow or other there is one (a make-belief), it is all the same, or even better, for, is it not a game that we play with “ourselves”, “we” that have “become many”?
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