The white canvas around this drawing is the World -- vast and unexplored, imposable and improbable. The World is an answer to its own question. A spacious paradox that resists judgment like some sort of metaphysical teflon. We can never find meaning in the white space, rather we must draw our own meaning on top of it. Such is the World.
The black lines that circulate upon themselves are the physical structures of our Body. Call it cause-and-effect, call it cortico-striatal dopaminergic feedback neural circuitry, call it whatever you want. Or maybe try not calling it at all; see if it even exists without being summoned by your attachments to sensory stimuli. Such is the Body.
The four Red faces are the facets of our Mind. They exist as dyads of dichotomies, duos of dualities. This represents my empirical finding that the rational Mind will split hairs until it gets down to the atom, and split atoms until it gets down to the end of the world. Look at this gossipy quartet, chatting noisily amongst themselves all day. Are they really you? Such is the Mind.
The two Green faces are our true Self. One true Self gazes into our sanctum sanctorum, our soul. The other true Self is presented outwards into the world for all to look at, and for some to see. Over each other neither the inner nor the outer Self has priority, neither has seniority, neither has authority. Such is the Self.