tion by day or by night. 249-250 Thereâs no fire like passion, no seizure like anger, no snare like delusion, no river like craving. 251 Itâs easy to see the errors of others, but hard to see your own. You winnow like chaff the errors of others, but conceal your own– like a cheat, an unlucky throw. If you focus on the errors of others, constantly finding fault, your effluents flourish. Youâre far from their ending. 252-253 Thereâs no trail in space, no outside contemplative. People are smitten with objectification, but devoid of objectification are the Tathagatas. Thereâs no trail in space, no outside contemplative, no eternal fabrications, no wavering in the Awakened. 254-255* - --> - - - -