And she said, “I am the sun.”
“The sun in the sky?” I said.
“The sun in the sky, but I am walking with you now.”
I saw how she shone then, but differently than light. I said, “Will you tell me something? For I am afraid, and I think I have been afraid for a long time. How do we know that everything is not only an appearance, an illusion? A dream? How do I know I am really talking to you?”
And she was quiet for a long while.
“Tell me,” she said at last, “if the world were an illusion, how would it look? If it were real, how would it look? Where is the difference? There is no other way things could be.”
But just as I began to understand this, I woke.