Contemplating illusion and seeing things as they are, the “house of cards” analogy definitely came to mind. It felt like looking out from a high tower that was collapsing beneath, like jade dominoes, into a huge cloud of dust. I didn’t send the dust cloud spewing as far as I could have, but I wondered what I would find when the dust settled. It turns out there’s still a hefty foundation that needs to me removed before I can see what’s beneath.
As I envisioned what a simpler layer of illusion might look like, the mental cloud of dust made me think of a little, dome-shaped, mud hut, with small windows and a small door. The dust-covered dominoes and cards, still laying about from the collapse, brought my mind back to Mumbai, where the taxi pulled into a slum to fill up on gas. If my life were to be stripped down to their experience, how much illusion would I continue clinging to? What would my perception be? Would the same illusions arise or would it be a purifying experience?
I may be testing the Dhamma Realm to ask such a question, but there it is.