There is a quiet happiness: an inner sense of bliss, the innocent joy of a small child, one of wonderment and gratitude. It is a happiness to carry with you at all times.
Then there are those seasons when happiness blooms for all to see, bursting out in song, in dance, in celebration. A festival, a wedding, a time to feast and rejoice with family and friends.
But the ultimate happiness is the joy of Purim. It is no longer about you, your family, your life. It is about making others laugh, bringing smiles to the weary, celebration to those who feel abandoned, a feast to those who had lost all hope.
It is a season for breaking out of yourself, out of your character, out of all those bounds you have set for yourself—“beyond knowing.”
The light of Purim knows no bounds.
Purim symbolizes the end of our correction. Our nature is aligned with G_dliness.
There is no distinction anymore between egoism and it's opposite. The boundaries between bad and good have merged.
The boundary between me and others has dissolved. We are one mind and heart.
Our intention to fill the lacks of each other, fill the giver and the receiver with boundless joy.
Mutual reciprocity merges the boundary between giver and receiver. It's as if we are intoxicated with happiness.
A microcosm of this state must be set up to radiate it's energy to humanity.