The world is a panorama of endless movement, a vast assemblage of rainbow colours.

If upon seeing it, people think that they have really attained something permanent, or become intoxicated with the colours, they will make a great mistake.

People are attracted to minute portions of this earth, and embracing them, seek the path of self-gratification.

But long before they attain satisfaction, those minute portions, that procession of colours, vanish into nothingness, leaving them in endless frustration and lamentation like blind, headless demons.

This is not a decree of the supreme consciousness; it is the law of the universe.