Monk: Master, what is Tao?
Zen master, Tosan: A dragon singing in the dry wood.
Monk: I wonder whether there is anybody who can hear this.
Tosan: There is no one in the entire world who does not hear this.
Monk: I don’t know what kind of composition the dragon’s song is.
Tosan: I also do not know, but all who hear it lose themselves.
(Think of it as fear, delusion, misdirection)