The yoga of laughter

There’s a laughter that wells up from Creation, X tells me, an echoing laughter, the laughter of Creation laughing at itself, at its own preposterousness, can I hear it? If you’re not careful it’ll take you over, he says, it’ll make you a permanent laughing stock. Perhaps there’s even a yoga of laughter, he says, a yoga of laughing at your own preposterousness, unto self-annihilation, the yoga of the laughing stock, the holy fool, but of course there are no holy fools anymore, we’ve established that already, he says.


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