Life’s reel runs in ironies. Irony is incongruity between what is expecting and what is really happening. The expectations are contributions of fictitious mind in-toto and the reality is in fact a concept since there is none to gauge its realness in absolute terms. Each real incident is conceived by each spectator in their own point of views. And so if point of views differs how could we hail a real incident as ‘real’?
In reality, nothing on this earth is real in its absoluteness.
We could call a real incident, like a person’s demise, as a ‘reality with some degree of absurdity’. It is a reality because in worldly terms the person is ceased to exist and an ‘absurdity’ because it arises a question whether his physical death is death in its absoluteness.
Ironically life could be called a ‘fiction’ stuck in between fragility of mind and susceptibility of body. Life is unreal if you look at it with a mirror of absolute reality and it is real if you look at it with a pseudo-mirror of doubtfulness and haste.
None are/were able to sort out its real ingredients; so life is an illusion, say the masters.
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