What actually IS is not the same thing as what I imagine is.
Reality is what IS, what‘s actually there, regardless of what I‘m thinking and believing.
To think about Reality is to create an imaginary analogue of Reality in my mind, a necessarily limited ”based-on-a-true-story” biographical movie, one step removed from what is, a leap into the world of the mind where an idea about Reality is constructed from limited data collected from a woefully limited set of senses. And when I put words to this analogue, I limit it further by assigning separate identities and meanings to things that, before my mind gets involved, are not separable and have no static meaning.
So I cannot describe for anyone (even for myself) what actually IS, in REALITY.
I can only think or talk about what I conjure in imagination. Which I see will always fail to fully access, much less describe, Reality.
So where does that leave me?
In the hands of the literally unfathomable.
And how am I doing with that?
This is the question at the heart of spirituality.