The powers of attack show the size of any outside. The mass structure is subject to that ignorance, in learnt known happening form. That dream, whose life endures all permanence, carries out the blindness gaze in the belief in what is held to be true. The being of separation harbours the path of lies, removed from the vision of what is. All longing strives far from the place of the usual moment, constantly seeking unknown happiness. For those whose perception of truth lies in the perception of things that are untrue, the gaze reaches beyond any belief without hope.