Dreams, delusions, flowers of air, - Why should we be so anxious to have them in our grasp?

"These creations of the mind, so common and habitual that there seems to be some concrete reality behind them, are the protagonists of all tragic drama. Fixed notions of honour, propriety, faithfulness, conflict of necessity with the imperturbable, ineffable, and intangible truth that ultimately destroys them. Rigidity versus fluidity, the name versus the nameless; yet in this very willingness to die for some impossible creed we see once more that just as the ordinary man, as he is, is the Buddha, so these delusions are, as they stand, the truth, and without them there is no reality.

"What is wrong is the anxiety to get hold of them or the anxiety to reject them.

"Error or truth, profit or loss, -- if we accept them readily, cheerfully, as in some sense ministers of God, remembering that even the devils fear and serve Him, these flowers of the air also have their beauty and value, for every error is an image of truth, and in every illusion, there beats the heart of mankind that aspires for the truth that error masks. [And then we find that] the mask is the face."