This world, this illusory world. Occasionally, or only for a moment, it is real. You can't even notice it, just like there is a five-minute walk from school to home but unknowingly walked a ten-minute walk. When we react, we can't think of a reason. We are often like this, looking for such a little bit of reality in this illusory world. This may be the meaning of our existence.
Intention: One's self-searching