Now there’s a question for you. Depends on what is means, I reckon. Is can be a poem, and it is, inside the Hai Tree. But is outside the tree is not the same as the one inside.
In fact, is is kind of funny that way. Depends on who you talk to.
Certainly there is a real is. What we experience with our senses ain’t it, even with machines to measure what we can’t see or hear or touch. Pretty close, maybe, kinda, I guess.
But what about that other is? The one that some people say they experience but usually they’re crazy? Sure can’t measure that one, since no one ever measured the human heart, or even saw it, for that matter.
Nobody knows. But despite that, and despite my own experience, I think that is is is.