I look up at a warm, mellow sun in a clear blue sky.  The calm seas below reflecting the light.  A gentle breeze blows through the trees and the sails of the boats in the harbor.
    Than I bump the easel and tilt it knocking the picture to the floor.  Now I can see that it is just a painting.  Just blobs of bright colored paint on a canvas giving the impression of the sea, sky, boats and the sun.  It looks very real, but it's not.  It's just an image of something real.
    The material world we live in is much like that painting.  Or, as Shakespeare said, it's a play and we are actors in the play.  It seems very real when your caught up in it.  Family, a job, home, all kinds of responsibilities, they all seem very real and very important, but it is no more real than the sun and the boats in that painting.  Hopefully, more people will discover that fact and the truth about the real spiritual world hidden behind the illusion, before the easel that holds up their world gets knocked over.