Perhaps by means of imagination you can have some faint idea of what is meant by avidya. Imagine, an infinite expanse of water and water only with nothing else. There are infinite bubbles lying in a state of latency in this water. Imagine (though it is illogical, but then logic is not a complete guide to the truth that frees the soul from its limitations) imagine this, that some parts of this water are perfectly calm while others are ruffled. What has caused some parts to be ruffled? What is the nature of the water as a whole?
The water can only be described in terms of perfection, which implies eternal immutability, but this perfection is a bit different from what we consider perfect in the world. The power that has caused the ruffling on the surface of the water was latent in the water itself. The agitation gives place to calmness again. The water, taken as a whole in its entire depth, is ever calm.
Now substitute water for Brahman, that power that ruffles its surface for Maya and the agitation for Sansara. All is one; there is no duality at all whatsoever. If you can put the deep part of your mind into direct relationship with the water you may perhaps have some idea of this sansara.
Picture a house made of sugar; its rooms, doors, walls, floors, arches, windows and sills are all sugar and sugar only. Every bit of it is sugar and participates in the nature of the sugar as a whole. This sansara is a house made of Brahman; every bit of it is Chit. Your mind is a part of the cosmic mind, your body is a part of the cosmic body, Virat. The law of cause and effect is also fundamentally Brahman. is the cosmic Chit. The conscious part of you.
It looks a secret. It is a mystery! But it must be found out, otherwise you are like the mice of Newton. Someone, loved by his Teacher, knows the secret -the one who has withdrawn himself from all other interests and applied himself to its investigation knows it. Maya and Brahman are two names, but the reality is without a name.
There is no room for despair, none for disappointment, none for regrets and repentance. Look upon the happenings of the world as the notes of the flute-player of Brindavan, whose music we hear but who is hidden from our view. A man wanted to catch hold of a shadow. He ran after it and the shadow ran ahead too; but when he turned his face, then the shadow was running after him. Turn your mind from sansara, including your body, and you may know this mystery.