Last night I dreamed I was standing next to a guide who told me to go through a door and I’d find a wall.  I opened the door and there was indeed a wall.  I pushed it down, it revealed a room with more walls.  I kept pushing more and more walls down. It seemed like the walls would go on forever; I felt so alone.  Then I awoke.

It reminds me of Sekkei Harada’s comment that the mind can never be healed.  An infinite number of walls when we forget that the real wall is the mind itself.