God's Party Game of Souls
Each of us holds a piece of the puzzle, an aspect of the truth:
the fool and the philosopher; the begger and the king; the harlot and the renunciate. The Truth is too big for any one person, or to be put in "layman's terms".
I am very fond of this anecdote (which is a modern day version of "Divine Lila"):
God's Party Game: a theory of the origins of souls
Once upon a time, there was a large group of powerfully divine creatures. After doing everything they could do, they got woefully bored. Then someone had the bright idea (writer's interjection: "I'm going to strangle this person when I find him"), namely, to lock a whole lot of ourselves into a box, except we wouldn't know it was a box, and we wouldn't be ourselves, but a tiny shade of our divinity, eking out an existence in this world, given a brief lifespan before our memories are washed away and we would have to start all over again.
To be really bright, you'd have to:
a)realize you were in a box
b)get yourself out of the box and
c)get everyone else out of the box, and the end of which, we'd have this really great party whilst we talk about all our experiences of being different people.
One person would have to oversee the operation, and this person would be, for all intents and purposes: God. God would do his best to keep us in the box (maybe there's a time limit or maybe not) by modifying things, but basically he'd be part of the box too, and be locked into it as we are, playing by the rules.
These two stories could be the same story, seen by different people.
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes", said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real, you don't mind being hurt."