One of my favorite masters of optical illusion is the Catalan surrealist Salvador Dali. In my opinion his true generousness is reflected in his painting Galatea of the Spheres. From a distance it looks like the face of his beloved wife Gala, but if you look closer the painting seems to explode into a fountain of spheres, each with a different color and texture. It seems that all optical illusions are subject to a change in perspective. It is this change in perspective that fascinates me. Let's make the comparison with our personality.It's all in the perspective. Obviously, we are all looking at the same thing with a different perspective like colours in a box of coloured pencils, although that's not entirely the best way to describe it.
As the tale of paradise suggests, all is one, the individual can not be seen as separate. You can not separate yourself from the totality, you can not step out of consciousness or being or whatever you want to call it, simply because individuality arises as part of that totality. What I am saying is that you will never see that you are not an individual, it's a catch 22, and therefore you will never recognize that life emerges as one thing, a spectral fountain, the result of the divine question and answer 'Who am I' and 'I am this' creating the illusion of THIS and within it individuality and time.
As you can see it is impossible to explain the tale without the constant use of apparent opposites. This playground of the personality seems to weave its path between both ends of this paradoxical spectrum. I'm not entirely happy with the optical illusion comparison since it degrades life as an optical trick. While, in fact, it is a celebration fueled by the love to know itself.