“Of the unreal, there is no existence. Of the real there is no nonexistence. The final truth of both of these is known by men of wisdom.
The senses say that the flower that was never born has shed no fragrance;
things that were never real have ever been nonexistent. But the garden rose, by it’s fragrance, and the stars by their twinkle in the sky,
proclaim their reality.
The seers of truth, however, know them all to be equally unreal; for the rose will fade away, and many a distant star whose glimmer dots the heavens has long since ceased to be.
Could something become nothing?
Possessors of wisdom perceive as real only That which changes not —
the Essence that became the star, and the idea of the flower in the poet’s mind.
The wise alone know the mystery of the real and the unreal”.
* * * from God Talks with Arjuna by Paramahansa Yogananda