In the end, these are illusions, but not in the Western sense of not really real. They are illusions in the Indian sense of maya, of the magically “made,” “measured,” or “constructed.” They are also real illusions because reality itself is an illusion. Nothing we know is truly physical, truly real in a materialist sense. Nothing. Again, a profound neutral monism or idealism, a Platonic surrealism, ultimately shines through Kevin’s thought.
