I once had a feeling, an imagining, that Nibbāna was a place of ultimate comfort - like the feeling a child has when he is tucked into bed at night by his mother. No fear of the dark. Just a lasting feeling of saftey into the night. Now i recall that, during this imagining, the candle was blown out, the room went dark, and flashes of consciousness sparked everywhere. Tidings of comfort and joy. Nibbāna must be a place devoid of fears and full of assurances. Dispelling ill-will to conquer fear and usher in comfort, and trust. Here's to non-hatred!
'The currents in the world that flow, Ajita,'
said the Blessed One,
'Are stemmed by means of mindfulness;
Restraint of currents I proclaim,
By understanding they are dammed' (Sn.1035)