The conflict of longing and loathing, -- this is the disease of the mind.

"Something arises which pleases the mind, which fits in with our notion of what is profitable for us -- and we love it. Something arises which thwarts us, which conflicts with our wants and we hate it. So long as we possess this individual mind, enlightenment and delusion, pain and pleasure, accepting and rejecting, good and bad toss us up and down on the waves of existence, never moving onwards, always the same restlessness and wabbling, the same fear of woe and insecurity of joy. So Wordsworth says, in the Ode to Duty:

'My hopes must no more change their name.'

"In addition, the mirror of our mind being distorted, nothing appears in its natural, its original form. The louse appears a dirty, loathsome thing, the lion a noble creature. But when we see the louse as it really is, it is not a merely neutral thing; it is something to be accepted as inevitable in our mortal life."