Over the last few years I've come to believe that nothing exists by itself and that the only platonic forms are purely mathematical. A good illustration of this is the color test where they place a gray square over white and it looks dark grey and when they place it over darker grey it looks almost white. It's kind of a paralyzing thought for me the idea that things only exist in relation to other things but at the same time freeing because you get a direct experience of the fact that the world is nothing in particular until we meme it together in our minds.
Discussion
I think it's a matter of zooming in or out. Directly beneath the phenomenal, it appears that everything is dualistic. Beneath dualism, it appears that everything is a reflection of the whole. Beneath the reflection of the whole, its all one. And then it's all self. But then it breaks back apart and its all like spinning sets of dualities or paired archetypes. Strength/Weakness, Fortune/misfortune, Inside/outside, Christ/serpent, material/spiritual - etc forever, probably. The archetypal elements make a story, and the self is the logos enjoying the adventure of being the fool.
But... I'm trapped in this particular fool (myself in front of mySelf), stuck at this zoom magnification level