Alan Watts’ smoke-kippered and throaty laugh:
& the perfect translation of nirvana – which means ‘blowing out’ at Sanskrit root – is not extinction or any such disappearing metaphors, it is the cartoon sigh of relief: ‘Phew!’. It’s that huge, laughing, blinking sense of RELIEF. There’s nothing to do, nothing to correct. No original sin. No future to slog towards. No past to lug around like a sack of rocks.
I love Watts.