The more often we see the things around us even the beautiful and wonderful things, the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world. Our mind is like a cloudy sky's in essence clear and pure, but overcast by clouds of delusions. Just as the thickest clouds can disperse, so, too, even the heaviest delusions can be removed from our mind. I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to Heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life. When I look up and see the sun shining on the patch of ninbus clouds up in the blue, I begin to think how it would feel to be up somewhere above it winging swiftly thought the clear air, watching the earth below, and the men on it, no.
