The idea that this experiencing is that of a consciousness belonging to a mind belonging to a self, and a self that must be expressed in or as some sort of reality, all of this cosmology, prevents the shocking realisation that there is nothing outside of this, treating it instead as if its meaning were idealism. The feeling of sublimity that overwhelms you on gazing into the night sky in bare country far from a city properly belongs to every moment of ordinary life. You know nothing, you are no one, how does this come to be?