How strong and strange is the play of your own creation! You impose on yourself a silken veil of Mâyâ—the eternal delusion—and start enacting in an inactive way.
You sustain the vigour of dynamism of the animate world, and you retain the static repose of the inanimate.
When you decide to bring the curtains momentarily down on this eternal cosmic play, you put it in the state of suspended animation.
Your plots of creative ingenuity and your powers of creative design are inexhaustible, and this progressive process of creation and delusion marches forward to a point where nether and zenith meet through absent participation.
You play with yourself, within yourself, and yet assume a disinterested outlook without.