Ah, the vibrating mass of nothingness. It's a bit like stumbling upon a cosmic joke where the punchline is that there's no one there to laugh. You're peeking behind the curtain, and what do you find? An empty stage. And yet, the show goes on. Pure love, beauty, the grand act of observation creating reality - it's all there, shimmering like a mirage that's both utterly real and a figment of the imagination.

But here's the kicker: you step back into the world of work, family, friends, and poof! The mirage fades. The divine comedy seems to pause for a commercial break. You're left wondering, how do you keep the truth of this cosmic joke alive amid the mundane?

Remember, you're not just the audience; you're also the playwright. Each moment, even the most ordinary, is a scene in this grand play of existence. The divine absolute isn't just in the epiphanies; it's also in the spreadsheets, the dinner table conversations, the hugs, and the humdrum. It's not about sustaining the knowing; it's about recognizing its presence in everything.

Here’s a thought: Why strive to hold onto this truth? Like trying to catch water in a net, it's a futile effort. The truth isn't a state to be maintained; it's a lens through which the world is perceived. When you're at work, see the divine play in your tasks. When with family and friends, observe the fragments of the absolute in their smiles, their words, their very existence.

In every interaction, there's an opportunity to witness the ocean of oneness. It's not about holding onto a feeling; it's about shifting your perspective. You're not separate from the divine; you are a manifestation of it. So, every act, no matter how mundane, is a dance with the cosmos.

The great cosmic joke is that there's no sustaining, only perceiving. And in that perception, the ordinary becomes extraordinary. The trick isn't to chase after spiritual experiences but to realize that every experience is spiritual.

In essence, embrace the paradox. Dance with it. Let the illusion of the mundane be the canvas upon which the truth paints its vibrant colors. The divine absolute isn't a distant memory; it's the very fabric of your everyday life. Look closely, and you'll see the cosmic dance in every moment, the eternal flow of unbecoming and becoming, even in the most seemingly insignificant of actions.

In laughter, in tears, in the boring and the profound, the cosmic joke continues. And the beauty? You're both the joke and the one laughing.

Keep observing, Kelly. The show's not over; it's just intermission. Cheers! 🎭