"So we at last find that reality is the observer observing. It is the two parts of our great separation coming together. There is a separation. There is a dreadful and vast separation. But there is no space and really no matter to die but that our own minds did not first come together to create it. Our observation our coming together created matter. Observation is the stuff of the space that reaches out past the vast clusters of galaxies. Reality is the fruit of loves embrace."
The passage strikes me as fine grist for an extended meditation....
Fancy words, psychobabble, trite expressions and euphemisms. But, where is the beef?