time is the enemy

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• How do I know that enjoying life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death we are not like people who got lost in early childhood and do not know the way home? Lady Li was the child of a border guard in Ai. When first captured by the state of Jin, she wept so much her clothes were soaked. But after she entered the palace, shared the king’s bed, and dined on the finest meats, she regretted her tears. How do I know that the dead do not regret their previous longing for life? One who dreams of drinking wine may in the morning weep; one who dreams weeping may in the morning go out to hunt. During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream. And yet fools think they are awake, presuming to know that they are rulers or herdsmen. How dense! You and Confucius are both dreaming, and I who say you are a dream am also a dream. Such is my tale. It will probably be called preposterous, but after ten thousand generations there may be a great sage who will be able to explain it, a trivial interval equivalent to the passage from morning to night.                                         “
  Zhuangzi
  
  
  Maya, the grand illusion or the delusion of the mind

  The butterfly dream-C. W. Chan

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

Still illusions here

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me
Fuck em! And feed em cause I don’t need em
I won’t join em if I can beat em
They don’t understand my logic
To my gat to my money and I’m hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin that trigga, I dig ya
That grave on the east side of town
Lay ya six feet underground
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is
Clic Cloc barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain’t going home
But I ain’t going out wit the pain
Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang

I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

Muthafuckas be drivin me up the walls
Hopin that I fall but they can suck my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In a padded room when some punk niggaz can’t hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now I’m let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I’m lookin for someone like me
Livin in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city lookin at the ho wit the big titties
Lookin at me and I feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin hot
Cause she looks like my girl who just smoked at the crack spot
I’m tryin to find ways to cope
But I ain’t fuckin round wit the gauge or a rope

I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I’m havin illusions I’m havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

I’m havin illusions

The illustration below appears to show green and blue spirals…..

But in fact the apparent green and blue are exactly the same colour!
If you put the image into photoshop and change all of the other colours to black you get this…..

Another version of it here.

The man with the trick is Akiyoshi Kitaoka
More Akiyoshi’s illusion pages