The greatest trick Maya ever pulled
was convincing the world it exists.
Appearances, it appears, are whatever appears. This is not limited to things you can touch, but touch itself, as well as what you see and hear and smell, and the systems by which you sense. It includes feelings and emotions, thoughts and concepts, numbers and letters, math and language, aliens and UFOs, zombies and vampires, caterpillars and butterflies, angels and demons, the whole pantheon of higher-whatevers, God, Satan, Buddha and the man on the moon. It includes all your memories, all your beliefs, all your knowledge, and all that realer-than-real shit you experience in your entheogenic odysseys. It might all be real, but none of it is true, and truth is where we have to stake our flag.