Blurred image of the other world adds part after part of disgust. That defence, nourished by the confession of guilt, always seeks the leading being. Any knowledge of an instruction empowers itself, trusting thinking loses itself in the flow of crowded words. Attention draws the greed of the outside, for the sake of self-pleasing. Rising above the ground, he falls away, the boundaries of delusion remain impenetrable. Disinclined to opinion, the image of the paths is the guide of all, the tracks are the path where there is none.