A Awareness aware of itself.

 A

Here's the gist of the passage you shared, distilled into a clear and simple summary:

---

🧘‍♀️ Gist: What Is Real?

All experiences—past, present, future—along with the body, mind, and world, are fleeting illusions.
They are like a dream: impermanent, changing, unreal.

But something is undeniably real.
It’s not a “thing,” yet it is present, alive, aware—right here, right now.

When you turn your attention inward,
that presence becomes aware of itself—
because only it can know itself.

This self-knowing presence is the essence of meditation:

Awareness aware of itself.

---

Let me know if you’d like this expressed as a poem, graphic, or short guided meditation script.