All you experience is yourself. Nothing separate. Nothing outside or inside. One seamless reality. There is no mind to know it.
It is self knowing… But even that is mind fodder.

You go nowhere. You do not come from anywhere. The entire limited you is a dream illusion as separation is imagination. Talk of coming and going is dream talk. Talk of progress and failure is dream talk.
The entire show is the play of Maya… like the gurgling of the stomach, the warmth of the body, the fragrance of a rose, the cooing of the morning doves, sipping masala chai.
The revelation that there is no external reality is mind boggling but quite amusing once the mind ceases to believe and surrenders into the sweet embrace of the dream.