Saturday, June 7, 2025
If you want to be a healer, the low-hanging fruit is there. Laughter’s medicinal properties cannot be extracted by those who cannot pluck the fruit. The joke hangs. Take it – go on, taste it, says the serpent.
Diarrhea is dire. But that’s what makes it funny – butt cheeks squeezed, waddling to the commode, leaking down the hallway. In the moment, it’s severe. But never miss the fruit, to be taken into glory, and to giggle your ass off.
Levity, dangling. Is life a joke; is it dire? In a flash, you can pluck the fruit of levity, or pretend it’s forbidden. Off limits? Humor dangles in the middle of a funeral. Solemnity breaks up with a funny story of the deceased. Severity dangles in the middle of a party. A shooter could come in at any moment. Which is it? Fragility wafts eternally. It could all break up in a flash.
Breakthroughs are when tears of pain become tears of laughter. In the grand scheme, humor and severity dangle on the threshold of the tree of life. A very slight change transmutes sickness to healing, dying to living, and death to a joke. It even turns a party into a nightmare.
You are on the threshold of greatness, or collapse. You are on the threshold of gut-wrenching thunderous laughter, tears of joy, and complete frivolity; or collapse. Levity is a close cousin to severity. But it’s the severe, the “sacred” that gives material for the profane. It’s people who take themselves seriously that give comedians eternal fodder for healing. People who piss off their lives give motivational speakers something to do. Even the so-called spiritual teacher runs to the bathroom, waddling, and having “a dire emergency.” Pluck the fruit. The joke hangs. Go on, says the serpent – taste it, it’s all yours.