You are the Artist; The Universe is the Canvas.

The world is Maya, dependent on the consciousness. The illusion is not false in the sense of non-existent, but contingent: like a reflection in a mirror. Without the gaze, the reflection vanishes. Awareness is the silent ground upon which the play of forms arises.

Death is dear.

The earth is four billion years old. It is expected to exist for another five billion years. Five billion years is a jiffy in the cosmic space. A jiffy is like the duration of a heartbeat.  The earth will disappear in a jiffy in the cosmic space. So are the suns, stars and the galaxies.