A name born of two distant tongues—  

Adora, from the Latin adoro, meaning to love, to revere, to turn the heart toward what is sacred.  

Advaita, from Sanskrit, meaning not two—the quiet reminder of non-secondness behind all appearance.

Together, they form a bridge across all the labels we cling to—colour, caste, religion, language, nationality—gently dissolving the illusion that we exist as separate, isolated individuals, living within a manufactured sense of otherness.

This is not to deny the beautiful play of individuality—the rainbow of existence. Just as white light refracts into a spectrum of colours, the one reality appears as the many. These distinctions of culture, colour, and creed are the very textures that make life vivid and whole.

Yet suffering begins when we mistake appearances for reality—when we take ourselves to be the separate colours and miss the unifying light from which they arise, the truth that is, the truth we are.

Adora Advaita is a small reminder to look back toward that light—to love, to see, to simply be.