THUS joked zarathustra! i heard his laughter 
& spoke in mirth: all my choked feelings are
grown from mad birdseeds of joy but if once
in a while my seeming grief belies my smile,
let none lament my ill-being... O grave one! 
how seriously you believe that the true test 
of truth becomes the jester's tragedy forsooth
- which happily is but the remedy for insanity
while inanity is truly no terribler a disease than
the troubled unease it causes among fools (for
whom homemade trapdoors tremble in the 
event of hazardous pursuit - and eternally
threaten to remain mysteriously SHUT!


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