There is a geometry to our confusion.  Our original face is a placid field of being, an informationally sterile - i.e. un-formed - plane of being.  Then we meet our first stimulus, our first "other."  It's a knock on the door of our consciousness - a sound, a smell, a mechanical shove - that comes from the outside - from the outside of us!  It's an unprecedented event that teaches us that we are not alone, that there is an unknown world outside our selves.  This heralds the loss of our primordial omnipotence and omnipresence.  Prior to this moment of stimulation, we knew no other, therefore we were All.  Prior to this moment, we knew no outside, therefore we were Everywhere.  So, as this pebble of reality skips across the placid waters of our original consciousness, what was unformed becomes informed - ripples of belief and extrapolation radiate and bounce back, setting in motion a fractal meshwork of info-vortices.  With each subsequent encounter of the Other, the interference pattern thickens, and the original oneness of perception is eventually suffocated down to pixel-sized standing waves of analysis.  The Whole of What Was is now granulated into data-points.  Years pass, sophistication grows and a return to self eventually begins.  We search for the connective tissues that bind the fragmented shards of the whole back into its original face.  This process follows two paths: we either re-link the fragmented parts logically, conceptually, semantically... or we awaken to the illusion of nothigness.  We realize that since all of this - that we subjectively experience as reality - is made of us ourselves, there can be no holes!  If lucky, we stumble upon this curious ontological short-cut to understanding: we suddenly get it that shards are not shards, fragments are not fragments but merely focal points.  We start to get it that just because we notice a vortex in a stream - and see it and name it as a separate object ("a vortex"), - it doesn't mean that it is an object.  We get it that Reality knows no nouns, that Reality is one 4-dimensional process - that is always in a state of "is"-ing.  And finally the choppy waters of the dualistic storm subside and we see - once again - the placid lake of consciousness.  We once again meet our original selves - the empty mirror of our inner face...