'And as these juices have no discrimination, so that they might say, I am the juice of this tree or that, in the same manner, my son, all these creatures, when they have become merged in the True (either in deep sleep or in death), know not that they are merged in the True.

In plain words: In honey, the juices cannot say which tree they came from. In the same way, when living beings merge with the True, in deep sleep or in death, they do not know that they have merged with it.