Love, Masks, and the Cosmic Drama: Why Pretending Is Inevitable


When I said, “All of us are pretending,” I wasn’t talking about fake smiles or empty promises. I meant it in the Advaitic sense: the entire drama of “I” and “you” is a cosmic role-play, Brahman’s theatre of masks. Even love — when I say “I love you” — is both a pretence and the deepest truth. Pretence, because the separate “me” and “you” don’t exist. Truth, because love is the very essence of that One Reality. In this play, pretending is how the Real shines through.

“Hell is Other People”. No, “To Hell with Other People”


Sartre’s “Hell is other people” reveals how the Other’s gaze traps our freedom. My retort, “To hell with other people,” rejects that entrapment, asserting an inner autonomy beyond judgment. Where Sartre diagnoses entanglement, I offer release — an existential Advaita that dissolves dependence on others’ definitions of self.

Dharma


“All Dharma is mere imagination because where there is only the One, where can there be any scope for Dharma. Make the slightest difference between yourself and God, then the head of Dharma rears up.”

This is not a rejection of Dharma, but a reminder of its contingency. Dharma operates within duality: seeker and sought, self and God. For the aspirant, Dharma purifies; for the realized, Dharma dissolves. Aphorisms are easy to misread—yet they point to the timeless truth of Advaita: where nonduality shines, categories collapse, leaving only the One without a second.