The Individual, Through the Power of Art, Through Illusion, Is Brahman

Everything you the table that i'm resting my arm on, that's brahman. The microphone that i'm talking into is braHman. The book, this book that's bound with pages entitled birth of tragedy by fredrich nitur, that i have in front of me,. It's all an undivided whole. All this separation, n it is created by your mind. And it's an illusion. It's false. It's a mistake you're making, in some sense. Ah, we could look at it from that angle. So when he describes the individual as this sort of this lonesal in a boat that's being thrown on thesesorted like