Access to yourself is only through the mind and the mind is full of static, of the detritus of dreams; that is what you are, that is all that you are. Have you ever got the better of mind? Or has it all been an elaborate trick? More than likely; and growing disillusioned do you go back to square one? But square one belongs in a dream, together with squares two and three and all the rest. There is no direction that makes it any clearer. You can only persist in your folly with no expectation of becoming wise. But that's not it either, doesn't catch the oblique flavour. It would be enough to meet this obscurity full-on, but that's just what you can't do. It is sideways to everything.