‘If you are not great beyond measure, understanding a hundred and handling a thousand properly in a single laugh, then you cannot know that in our family there is indeed a subtle marvel not transmitted. Otherwise you’ll never be able to destroy the two words “doubt” and “wrath” till the end of time. It wouldn’t help even if the sky became my mouth and grass, trees, pebbles, and stones all emitted light to help me expound the truth. Thus we believe that this thing cannot be transmitted and cannot be studied; it requires one’s own realization and enlightenment, one’s own approval and stopping; only then does one reach the end. Your one laugh right now abruptly obliterates attainment – what else is there to say?’ (Swampland Flowers)
You think this is a laughing matter? Go on, I dare you.