Imagine sitting with a wise sage in a serene temple courtyard.
"A concept is like the seed of a thought, the bīja of one's original understanding. This is the mental form or idea that shapes our perception of reality."
Words of the wise and those who possessed an abundant streamer of knowledge… there were six sitting around them on this giant round table at the moment, and hearing even a simple word from their mouth was the same as hearing a Truth that was spoken through the words of a Divine Voice.
"Just like how a sculptor first envisions an image before carving it into stone, our minds first grasp a concept before understanding anything more deeply." One by one, all of them were observing the bronze coin that had brought chaos to this world countless times.
"According to the ancient runes inscribed here, particularly according to the teachings of Arumbika Shun or Balla, the world was perceived through the veil of Maya—illusion."
