I walk across what seems to be a stable and unyielding floor made of wooden strips. And I am reminded that there is more. This platform that keeps me from plunging into the basement is only part of what is there. There is more.
The bottom of my feet press against the solid maple planks, but there is more beyond what my sensing feet perceive. Things have shape and form that I can touch and see. Everything I can contact presents a sensory platform for my experience. But I know there is a deeper reality beyond my senses.
Even physicists speak of a space, a kind of emptiness our senses cannot yet perceive. This apparent emptiness exists between the particles of matter that we and our instruments can detect.
What my senses detect is only a very small aspect of what lies beyond my senses. I know there is more. It is a vast emptiness, a formless something I do not yet know directly. There is more reality than the reality my senses experience directly.
Sometimes, people speak of a reality behind our perceived reality as a spiritual realm. That to me sounds like something separate, something other, something beyond experience. I prefer to think of what I sense is just the surface, the shape of what lies below.
What I perceive is real, but it is only a small manifestation of the foundation reality. There is more. The sensory world may be spoken of as an illusion but it is illusory only in that there is much more than what the senses perceive.
There is much more.