Perfectly happy is another oxymoron.
However, what if the Self or the universal were like a bubbly tar pit with joy naturally bubbling up?
None of us would mind getting stuck here for a while, would we?
Perfectly happy is another oxymoron.
However, what if the Self or the universal were like a bubbly tar pit with joy naturally bubbling up?
None of us would mind getting stuck here for a while, would we?