Book3:WereMyDreamIs
bandotherstenaciousasfishihathewasuountanglehimself.Butnowinthisperfectworldfullhtnessandradianceallhistroubles,vexationsaersdisappearedwithoutatrathispureworldofunendinghappihiseterenceismyrealself.Sothereissuderfulstateofmindinthisworldofours!WhyhaveIneverknownofitsexistencebefore?It’sreallystupidofme!Perhapstroubleandsufferinghadhoodwinkedmyeyes.NowIfinallyuandthatthehappinessbroughtbypilingupmoneyandmaterialgoodsisheyarefalsebecausesuchfeelingwilldisappearwhenmoneyandmaterialgoodsdisappear,whilethemildhappinessIfeelnowisnotdependantonanythingelse.Thisismyrealselfierence. Dimitriwasenjoyinghissolitarywalk,strollingaimlesslyamidthewideexpanseofbrilliaoxicatedbythemild,naturalfeelingof