Beyond the colors of visible light,
beyond the sources of invisible light,
there is the source of all laughter.
It is the absurdity of not-knowing,
the unbelievability of that which has never
been believed before.
It is the wordless exclamation of
recognition which comes before understanding,
and of discovery which comes before expectation.
It is the sound that follows the statement,
“There are a hundred billion galaxies
each with a hundred billion stars,”
or which resounds when
the dog sticks his nose in a bowl of ice cream
and sneezes in your face.
Same laughter. Same source.
Same sound. Same resounding.