The truth partially received is more painful than ignorance itself.

The foolish person, which is most, is fully identified with the wave. The notion that they are their bodies and emotions. No differentiation, pure ignorance. This confusion creates a kind of peace, the kind of not understanding the complete picture. Ignorance is bliss because there is no distance between the self that experiences and the self that is - the the true One and the attributional one.

As Wheeler puts it - the radio doesn't know it's a radio, it thinks it's the broadcast.

Theurgy is being able to distinguish the signal from the receiver. Citta from vinnana, or the ocean from the wave.

There is the One who watches, and the one who experiences. The One who is immutable and the one that suffers. The One that is never born, and the one who dies.