Laughter is more than a friend. It is a personality we can always count on because it is ourselves, it is a voice we can always understand, a sense we can feel throughout our bodies, a need that brings its own fulfillment.
There is in laughters the relaxed knowledge of our own mortality, the sheer enjoyment of the moment, a profound understanding of the passing second, a memory that lives long after the laughter has gone. It is a cry against fate, armour against injustice, a welling up of our power against anything the world has to throw at us. Laughter is a homeless joke that finds a home, a pain that finds a panacea, a situation that acknowledges its luducrous nature before the nature of the Universe.
Laughter comes to us for no reason, leaves us all the better for the visit, lives with us on-and-0ff all our lives without asking for a single thing in return. A true democrat, colour blind, blind-t0-class distinctions at home in the pit of war or the nursery, laughter is a gift.
And always it is a gift we can share.