In the serene expanse of my own nondual nature, where could there be such things as creation or dissolution? What meaning could there be in speaking of something to be attained, or the means to attain it? In this vastness, where would you find a practitioner striving, or an attainment to be reached? All these distinctions dissolve in the presence of my true, undivided Self. In this purity that is ever-present, where could there possibly be a knower, the means of knowing, the object to be known, or even knowledge itself? For me, who am always untouched and immaculate, what could be called something, and what could be called nothing? All such notions fall away. Where, then, is there room for distraction or concentration, for ignorance or dullness? Where could joy arise, or sorrow find a place, for me who am ever inactive, untouched by movement or change? Where is the boundary between worldly conduct and ultimate reality? Where could happiness be found, or suffering take root, for me who am always beyond deliberation and thought? Where could illusion exist, or the endless cycle of existence? Where is attachment, or even detachment? Where is the individual soul, and where is that supreme Brahman, for me who am always pure, beyond all these divisions? Where is there activity or its cessation? Where could there be liberation, or bondage, for me who am ever unchanging, indivisible, and established in my own being? Where is instruction to be given, where are scriptures to be studied? Where is the disciple, or the teacher? Where could there be any human aim or goal, for me who am Shiva, without attributes or limitations? Where, then, is existence, and where is non-existence? Where is the one, and where is the dual? Why speak at length about these things? For me, nothing ever truly arises.