Laughter is the cause of suffering

Laughter is the cause of suffering

The laughing causes hurt.

Why does the laugh cause hurt may you ask? How could an act of happiness and joy instill pain in the hearts of others?

I will tell you my friend. I will tell you.

To laugh means that somthing has been found funny. Oftentimes the creation of the hmor is at someone elses expense.

Now the true measure of a person is the ability to laugh at themselves and their faults and blunders; to enjoy the fruits of their downfall.

However, this is not always the case.

All too often the expense of others for our laugh is a detraction from their self confidence, rather than bolstering the feeling of community and brotherhhood.

It is for this reason, for example that so many of those who snap and kill hurt maim and destroy are those that others would least expect it from.

Those that others laugh, not at perse (they may quite actually be laughing with) but inside the troubled one a piece breaks off, and shatters, leaving a jingle in the minds footsteps and serves as a constant reminder of the anguish, however small.

The broken shards never fully repain, much like a crumpled photograph. The damage is always present.

And even as they look back upon fond memories of laughter and happiness, the crinkles and edgelines of folds still mark present, painting a slightly distorted version or reality.

One maimed memory is not enough to condemn a soul.

Over time though, as more and more memories are crumpled and marred by the presence of others jeers and infestations the almbum begins to grow; hundreds and thousands of distorted pictures blurr themind and bring a teasr to the eye, which only stands t magnify the creases and pain of the memory.

What would be clearly irrational to us is quite the opposite for them. Their reality has been distorted. Their lives have been warped and their minds decayed.

Mold and parasites begin to live under the creases, and futher deterriorate the photograph, and no longer is the moment fond, the memory light hearted. The skeletal remains of wht was is replaced by the ravings of what lied underneath, and the overanalysis of the past grows like a seed in the mindof the aflicted, growing and finding sustanence in the underlying workings of other memories, becomeing heavier and heavier upon the minds basis until, finally, the basis snaps and is replaced by the vine of paranoia. The mind lies strangled at the base, supporting that which it hated.