Two Travellers, Two Realities.
The mind matters
A man was trudging down a road with a pack on his back. Behind him rose a large range of snowy peaked mountains and, ahead, lay a verdant valley full of whispering trees and wild vegetation. The sun was directly above him. It was midday. So he stopped when he noticed a monk in saffron robes, sitting on the side of a road and painting a mandala.