It is exactly what can't be a state to be given or taken, inflicted or graced. What a relief to let go of states! You can't point to it or trade it. It's what no-one wants because everyone already has it in full measure; it is not an object and can't be desired. It has no value, but value is nothing beside it. You can't think it out, or fence it in, it is not a distinction, it is not beautiful or ugly, you don't grasp it or recoil from it. You don't know it, it passes right through your knowing and leaves it marvelously unchanged. You never get closer to it or further away. You think about it all the time without knowing that that is what you are doing. Thoughts stream out from it and never return, if you were a thought you would too! You bang your fist on the table for the sheer joy of hearing.