Your Doubt is Your House

A blue sky overhead. The clouds are smeared by the hands of God. Get in the car, and I'll drive you to your doubt. Your doubt is your house. All along, you thought that getting lost was your only aspiration. You thought that getting lost would be your comfort! But there's no home for comfort, because your doubt is your house. Neither in practicality nor in confusion, because your doubt is your house. Streetlights can't brighten your mind. Tell me, where is your house?