We are not an extension of no-thing. We don’t exist. We are illusory concepts. All that seems to be happening is no-thing appearing as that. Sometimes it appears as seeing and hearing and feeling. Even though it is wholeness, it sometimes appears as separation, which is subject-object, or me or us, but that’s really a misperception of it. It is hidden from the self/separation by being nothing and everything.
No-thing is actually the only thing there is. It is one with no second. It is the unknowable wholeness that the mind cannot wrap itself around. Since it’s all that is and is not, it cannot be hidden. But since it cannot be known by a part of itself, which is what we think we are, it hides in plain sight.
No-thing has a quality of infinity, while also containing infinities and being contained by infinities. It is boundless, inseparable, un-logical. It is neither true nor false, neither real nor unreal, neither infinitely large nor infinitely small, neither inside nor outside. It is not anything yet also coincidentally everything.
Everything that seems to be happening seems to be real to the separated self, because the illusory individual splits wholeness into two, into real and unreal, and it thinks that it’s real. So the individual sees everything else as real, even though everything that appears to be happening it actually neither real nor unreal.