So, imagine this … process… happening… moving. It thinks it is a rolling wheel, but something far stranger is afoot.

As the ‘wheel’ is ‘turning’, just ‘in front of’ the portion that is in contact with the ground, the wheel is -=assembling itself from what seems like nothing at all=-. And just -after- the portion that is turning and propelling it through contact with the ground? The wheel is dissolving back into that emptiness. There is no ‘wheel’. And the ground is doing -the same thing-… appearing from naught just before the moving point of contact with the (seemingly turning) wheel, and disappearing into vaporous memory immediately beyond that point of contact.

But it does not know this. It is certain that it is a wheel. And that the ground ‘is there’. And that ‘turning against the ground’ is ‘propelling it’.

And this is like dreaming, and mind… and even self.