He was born with a gift of laughter in his heart,
and a sense that the world was mad - Rafael Sabatini
Like game birds pierced by arrows from a tight-strung bow,
We struggle for a while, then let our spirits go,
To where, we do not know
How much can the gift of humor soothe cosmic pain,
How much can laughter mitigate the inhumane,
In a world gone insane?