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.