In the twinkling of December’s Eves, happy miracles in the offing, we search our archive for answers to the question: If the laws of karma have us do it again, how would we face the morning after?
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Images and words are processed by, respectively, the rear and right, and left and front lobes of the human CPU. Those in this series are processed by the fan. A cool processing unit reboots all the lobes and makes your brain laugh.
We don’t laugh because we’re happy – we’re happy because we laugh.
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