The only thing that’s real is that which perceives. What perceives can’t be perceived—the “I” can never see itself, what’s real can’t ever be known.
The act of perception requires no time, therefore is eternal. Only what’s perceived is temporal.
When perception identifies with what’s perceived, it imagines a perceiver, giving rise to “I am,” the so-called Godhead.
When perception becomes divided, the perceiver and the perceived (creator and creation) are “born.” It was meant to be a dance but turned out to be a war.
The goal of embodiment is to end the war, and keep the dance.