We live in our cramped little world of frozen ideas, like flies caught in a sticky web. That web is maya (illusion), a creeping whisper that keeps us asleep from birth to death. We sleep soundly, forgetting our true nature, the transcendental consciousness of Atman. We spend our lives dreaming, building castles of air in our minds, but in reality, we live like animals, worrying about momentary worldly pleasures. Never realizing our destiny, we waste precious years on work, food, sleep, life, and entertainment and go into oblivion in bewilderment and sadness.