Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
There are no more boundaries which can be recognized. Ideas, objects, space and time are no longer linear. The emptiness is without limit, continuously and without end. All things are dropped in the center of a limitless pool and the waves are set in motion forever. The grasp is that there is no grasp. Make peace with it.