King Janaka says:
In infinite ocean of myself, world wanders here and there like a ship driven by its own wind.
But it does not create turbulence in me.
In infinite ocean of myself, world rises and vanishes naturally like a wave by 'Maya'.
But it does not cause any growth or damage to me.
In infinite ocean of myself, world exists like a dream.
But I exist as supremely peaceful and formless.
In that infinite and stainless state, there remains no feeling of 'I' or any other feeling.
Like this I exist, unattached, devoid of desires and at peace.
Surprise, I am pure consciousness, and the world is like a magic.
How can there be thoughts of useful and useless in me?