If I am constantly on the move, tripping, going from here to there and back again, then I am in a restless state, hanging on to the outer rim of the wheel. I will seek relief from this mental foment in experiences of pleasure. But, of course, no pleasure lasts for long; it invariably yields to the restlessness that creates the desire for pleasure in the first place. Where, then, is my release from pain? Nowhere else but at the centre of the wheel. Where there are no distinctions. Where indifference to one is indifference to the other.

Rest-less