The water is gone.
Yet the boat continues to float, suspended in a memory of the sea.
As if matter were only one version of reality, and the mind had not yet received the news.
Here, water becomes light. Its physical presence disappears, leaving only its luminous trace: an apparition of waves, a surface that exists somewhere between memory and perception.
The boat does not question it.
It floats on what is no longer there.
All Is Mind is an illusion made visible: a moment in which perception outlives matter, and the idea of water becomes enough to sustain a boat.