I cannot tell if what the world considers ‘happiness’ is happiness or not.

All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction.

All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness.

– Chuang-tzu.

Eyes blinded by three poisons,
Yet once all ties are cut,
How restful.
Wicker hat donned,
Cane held firm,
How vast the sky!

– Ungo (1583-1659)