It is no longer fearing death, no longer looking for pleasure or avoiding pain, boredom and loss. The beginning of spontaneous action, not following plans and external authorities. Ultimately the attenuation of thought and the illusion of time and space. Merging inner tranquility with outer nature, as it is, a quiet pond in the middle of the forest, with blue sky, clouds and birds soaring overhead, surrounded by majestic trees and glistening snow-capped mountains. The wordless poetry, the soundless song, the effortless art of living.