There is possibly nothing simpler than a window frame. A pane of glass and a support structure of metal, wood, or plastic. If it looks nice, we call it art.
We love looking through filters. I have a cloud-motif window at my home, which makes me think of rain even when it's bright outside. Look here, and you'll see a city. Actually, you'll see two - the one beyond the window counts as well. The real city, the world where everything happens.
Try to touch New Light though, and your hand will run into glass. It's funny how sometimes the illusion is the only thing you can touch.
I'm sure that this is real. It's all real. If it fills your stomach when you eat it, does it make sense to call it an illusion? If we are ourselves illusions, what sense does it make to call everything imaginary? And just who is being deceived here, anyway?
- Novi W.