You cannot pick it up in your two hands and look at it.
In point of fact, it is not a thought.

It is a feeling, a sentiment, a something based upon illusion and not a product of the intellect at all." As he went on his voice again grew soft, and a confiding note came into it.

"Do you know, I sometimes catch myself wishing that I, too, were blind to the facts of life and only knew its fancies and illusions.
They're wrong, all wrong, of course, and contrary to reason; but in the face of them my reason tells me, wrong and most wrong, that to dream and live illusions gives greater delight.

And after all, delight is the wage for living.

Without delight, living is a worthless act.