Our experience is both manifest and unmanifest. There are ongoing gaps, so to speak, between every bit of manifestation.
The gaps are unmanifest.
The unmanifest is uninterrupted, it is continuous.
It is only from the manifest that the unmanifest is imagined to be discontinuous.
Sooner or later, you realize that the reality of the manifest is the unmanifest. The unmanifest manifesting without ever leaving itself.
The unmanifest is what ‘I’ truly is, infinite, universal, uninterrupted… manifesting as a personal I which seems to be limited and interrupted by time and death
