The first question:
What if there are only mirrors and mirrors and mirrors reflecting each other?
It is so. That’s precisely how it is, because all is consciousness.
Consciousness is a mirror, a mirror reflecting mirrors. When your consciousness is clean, clear, unobsessed by anything, unoccupied, this is how one realizes reality. All is one, the same consciousness. And this is the beatitude, the benediction, the splendor.
Once it happened:
Ramakrishna was drinking tea. A few disciples were sitting there, Vivekananda was also there, and Ramakrishna started saying, “This cup of tea is godliness itself.” This was too much for Vivekananda. He was a well-educated man, logical, rational. This looked like absolute nonsense. A cup of tea…and godliness? Ramakrishna must be mad. Now, this is going too far.
Just to reject the whole idea he went out, just as a protest. He didn’t say anything to Ramakrishna, but the protest was there; he simply went out. A friend of his followed him, and they both started smoking outside the temple. And they were both laughing and joking about Ramakrishna and, “the absurd things he sometimes says.” “Now look, a cup of tea…and godliness? This is utter nonsense!” While they were talking, suddenly Ramakrishna came out. They were a little embarrassed because they were smoking. Ramakrishna touched Vivekananda, and suddenly everything changed with that touch, he could see even the cigarette and the smoke as godliness. And for three days that consciousness persisted.
After three days he fell at Ramakrishna’s feet and said, “I’m sorry. Everything is godly. Now I know. But give me back that experience, now I don’t want to come back.” Ramakrishna said, “Given, it can’t be eternal. You will have to come back unless you rise to it. It was a gift. It is as if somebody is asleep and dreaming, and you shake him up, and he opens his eyes and looks at you. But his inner sleep is not complete: for a moment he wakes up, and then falls into sleep again.” Ramakrishna said, “It was just like that. I simply shook you up because I could see the protest, I could see that you think this is absurd.”
And it looks absurd because we don’t know what reality is. I am reflecting you, you are reflecting me, and so on and so forth. The trees are reflecting you, and you are reflecting the trees, and so on and so forth. All mirrors, in all shapes and sizes. This is a mirror palace; it consists only of mirrors because it consists only of consciousness.