A doubled up laughter. A laughter at laughter. That attained … what?
Last laughter. A laughter that knew the folly of all things, and of everything that tried to rise above folly! A laughter that knew the folly of rising above folly. Of all dreams of transcendence. Of all the substitutes for religion. Even our religion without religion. Even our religion of the empty sky. Of shattered immanence. Even out religion of the void – only the void.
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