There are shadows for the shadows of things, as a reflection seen in a mirror of a mirror. We know there are circles within circles and dimensions beyond dimension. Reality is itself a shadow, only an appearance accepted by those whose eyes shun what might lie beyond.

The shadow has become the substance.

Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance.

Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.

By substance, I mean that which is in itself, and is conceived through itself: in

Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.

The ideal was the light; the real, the shadow.

The external world of physics has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions.

Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.

It was the moment of shadow, of half-real things.

What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far inn, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

"In physics we have outgrown archer and apple-pie definitions of the fundamental symbols. To a request to explain what an electron really is supposed to be we can only answer, "It is part of the A B C of physics".
The external world of physics has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions."

What if all's appearance? Is not outside seeming real as substance inside? Both are facts, so leave me dreaming.