Reality (n.) is nothing but an externalization of internal activity. All that you see out in front of you is how you feel inside your head.
Reality (n.) is only a Rorschach ink-blot.
Reality (n.) comes to be measured by hardness and pain: what does not resist us feels dreamlike, and only in the shock of pain do we feel awake.
Reality (n.) at our root is as inconceivable as the color of space; everything we can know of it is a relative aspect.
Reality (n.) is just one more finger: calling what religion points at reality, the true Self or the eternal Now only swaps one finger for another.
Reality (n.) is not symbols, words, thoughts, reflections or fantasies, so seeing it needs a mind free of wandering words and drifting memories.
Reality (n.) to the Asian mind cannot be expressed; it is known only intuitively, by getting rid of unreality.
Reality (n.) sought is like looking for an ox while riding on one.
Reality (n.) is not "one" in our sense, which implies many, but "one-without-a-second."
Reality (n.) was best defined, at one restaurant table, by the man who shrugged and pointed at the saltshaker.
Reality (n.) cannot be had for yourself unless you grant it to all others; it belongs to particular persons no more than the sun, moon and stars do.
Reality (n.) cannot be known from outside and defined; you must enter into it, be it, and feel it.
Reality (n.) as the "real" structure of things may simply be a learned projection, a hallucination we all hold in common.
Reality (n.) is felt only when you stop naming and judging what actually is — taking it that you are going nowhere but here and there is no time but now.