The world that you call the world is not the real. It is the surface of a thing. It is the world of street jugglers, impresarios, tub thumpers, organ grinders, religion peddlers, tight-rope walkers, fire-eaters, tiger wrestlers, snake oil salesmen, fortune tellers, one-legged acrobats, bearded women and distorting mirrors. This is the surface of a thing. As long as you remain infatuated by the surface of a thing, how will you ever come into the real?