Word of the Day

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MONDAY, JANUARY 27

Nirvana

[nir-VAH-nə]Part of speech: noun

Origin: sanskrit, 1830s

• Colloquially, a state of perfect bliss and peace
• In Buddhism, the end of the cycle of reincarnation, attained by reaching a state of complete enlightenment

Examples of Nirvana in a sentence

• After a stressful year at work, the week at the spa was nirvana for her. 
• When he started studying Buddhism, he was fascinated by the idea of achieving Nirvana. 

About Nirvana

Nirvana is a Sanskrit word that means the act of extinguishing. It is the ultimate goal of the Buddhist path — release from samsara, or the cycle of rebirth and reincarnation. One can achieve Nirvana by extinguishing the three personal fires: passion, aversion, and ignorance. Now the term nirvana can be applied to any state of extreme bliss, but it’s helpful to understand the Buddhist roots.

Did you Know?

Kurt Cobain, the singer and guitarist of the rock band Nirvana, said, “I wanted a name that was kind of beautiful or nice and pretty instead of a mean, raunchy punk name." Nirvana certainly conjures up images quite different than, say, Black Sabbath.

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Illya Kuryakin grunted as the THRUSH interrogator slid the needle into his arm and stood back, a smile on his face. "You'll be talking soon enough Mr. Kuryakin, this drug is my own invention and hasn't failed me yet."

Illya sighed and remained silent. He knew that his distress beacon in his communicator had been activated long enough for Napoleon to triangulate his location. All he had to do was hold out until his partner arrived. He could feel the burn of the drug as it flowed through his veins. He felt hot, sweat breaking out on his face as he fought the urge to moan. He wasn't about to give the THRUSH any satisfaction.

He heard the muffled sound of gunfire and knew his partner was nearby.

The THRUSH interrogator smiled as he watched the tension on Illya's face suddenly relax. Illya smiled and started to hum to himself. Illya was enjoying a vision of a lush garden, he could feel a cool breeze on his overheated face. A beautiful woman was offering to feed him an assortment of delicacies. No THRUSH, no responsibility, no pain, nothing but a blissful nirvana of peace, quiet, comfort and food. All that he could want or need.

His vision was rudely interrupted when Napoleon slapped his face trying to bring him around. "Come on partner we have to get out of here."

"Nyet"

"Come on Illya, give me a little help here."

"I want to stay, not finished eating..."