Nothing is left. Then, as to its deluding nature, how jealous are we if our rival gets what we hoped for. It may be a passing joy; tomorrow the joy and the rival may not be, but whilst they last how jealous we are! If great riches come into our hands, we think it so great a thing; it promises us all. It all passes away, but while it is there we are so happy or so sad. This is life's deluding nature.