Butt Thick ?

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.

The realm of dust is the world of sound and form. The land of name and gain where misery is taken for pleasure, where the artificial is taken to be real.

Diminishing the vitality, wearing out the energy, destroying essence and life, in it there is death only. Those who realize this and can go beyond it are the people of attainment, those who are unaware of it and fall into it are people astray.