It must be around, he thought, his nirvanic state, otherwise why would he get all intuitive about a happy end to all the conflicts he had been carrying inside. Even the deepest of troubles, he felt, were melting away, not resolved but simply slides to the lesser visited areas of his mind. Happiness came to him naturally, something that felt next only to a miracle of sorts. Like human problems remained within him but with a god-like attitude, that dissolved anything even remotely worrying. The closer he got, the stronger he felt it. It was around. Like a heavenly something visible finally. Observing from a great distance, yet, with a sense of proximity - almost magical, he thought.