World is as much a reality as it is an illusion. Some mud was stored in a mug. In the evening when I went to water my plants,I was about to throw the mud away when I realized that if I played around with the angle I can get a very simple but beautiful image of a gelatinous sludge, the granules slowly sliding down and the water getting separated from it, leaving an abstract image behind. I was looking at an illusion, the invisible process of such exquisite filtration was now visible to me.