The entire lower world was created in the likeness of the higher world. All that exists in the higher world appears like an image in this lower world; yet all this is but One.
The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.
The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, - There's nothing true but Heaven.
Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
The world is like a grand staircase, some are going up and some are going down.