The dreamer seeks the dream for from this
illusion there rises, like the fragrance of ambrosia, a new illusory world, invisible to those enmeshed in the first.
There is need of a whole world of torment
in order for the individual to produce the redemptive vision; to sit quietly
in a tossing rowboat in the middle of the sea, absorbed in contemplation.
The image which now reveals to us our
oneness with the heart of the world is a dream scene showing vividly the original pain and the original delight of illusion.
