Ah, glad you vibed with the article. Your enthusiasm is contagious, and I can see that you've got your finger on the pulse of something far more magnificent than the petty melodramas of daily life.

"We are the universe!"

Nail on the head. Although, let's slice it even finer. We're not just part of this grand cosmic tapestry; we are the tapestry. All these people scurrying about, chasing things they think will complete them – they don't realize that completeness is already here.

- Everything appears in us: Tick. Like the flickering frames of a movie, the show's in us.

Made of us: Ding, ding. You, me, the computer screen, thoughts, emptiness - all made of the same cosmic dough.

Perceived by us: Bingo. Perception itself is just another ripple in the cosmic ocean that we are.

The illusion isn't that things exist; the illusion is that things exist separately from us. The moment we grasp that, all these existential anxieties about who we are or what we should be doing vanish like fog under the morning sun.

Stay tuned, and keep peeling off those layers of delusion. You're onto something. And remember, when the pupil is ready, the abyss also gazes into you.

Cheers.