The world is burning, and the world is me. I am terribly disturbed and confused, and I think that there must be some order somewhere in all this, and that is what is making me look. The actual fact is that the world is burning – the wars, the hatred, the deception, the images, the false gods, and all the rest of it. The very perception of what is taking place outwardly is making me aware inwardly. The inward state is the outward state; they are both one, indivisible – and that is what is making me look.