The faithless one sees holy water as mere liquid and sacred images as mere stone. He regards the saints as ordinary human beings. Like the intimacy of a barren woman, his efforts are wasted; like a crop on ravaged land, all is fruitless. The faithless one is perpetually impure, always restless, never at peace. Says Tuka, one whose vision rests only on the surface, bound by body-consciousness, remains forever in sorrow.