I don’t know what the meaning of the word hypocrisy is in the dictionary, but I think one can see what hypocrisy is. I say one thing and live a different kind of life. I say I am a holy saint, and my daily life is rather shoddy. That is one form of hypocrisy. That is, playing a game where I want you to appreciate me and give me respect. I say something and don’t mean it. I say it because it is profitable, it is suitable, it pleases you. I am afraid you will trample on me, or discover my true nature, so I play this hide and seek game with you. Not wanting you to discover what I am is part of hypocrisy. Also, my mind being rather small and shallow, I strive to be cleverer by reading books. I polish it. That is also a form of hypocrisy. I say, ‘I love you,’ when I am really afraid of you. By saying, ‘I love you,’ perhaps I will pacify you. What is the cause of all these forms of hypocritical states? What is the beginning of it, the inward nature of it? Why do I have to pretend? Why do I have to pose?