I am sure the Buddha knows that every state is the special state. Bliss, misery, eating a pineapple with the juice dripping down your shirt, in love, afraid, angry, happy, sad.
I like the Buddha but only welldone.
Fear not, for there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
Today, the Buddha is at the beach. On the beach.
The Buddha just sits there, concretely, on the balcony.
And it’s back to the snow again, today.
This must be the square of the Noble Eightfold Path, being the Noblest Sixtyfourfold Path. The Buddha doesn’t care. The Buddha just sits in silence.