Humor
Humor is the hammer that breaks away the ordinary everyday mundane. It rocks the confines of common courtesy and personal etiquette, and gives us more room to move in social circles. Humor is the great leveler, unabashedly deflating the most serious, severe and respectable events, places, and people–and, used carefully, without offending–so that everything and everyone is more equal.
Humor is the most effective tool against all negative emotions: the saw that splits the angry foes up with laughter, the crowbar that unhinges sadness into a smile, the mallet that knocks the depression straight out someone’s head. When hope and inspiration, happiness and courage, and love and understanding have all been tapped dry, humor can spring up unexpectedly and refill you anew, since it is in some small part all of these things combined.
What most people don’t see, humor does. What most people can’t say or won’t, humor can and sure will. It is, to be sure, something that sparks jealousy when shared by some, but not with others. And it likes that, it really does.
But this is all in the nature of humor, which is, in essence, indefinable. The practical joker in the court of life. The wily old man with the unchecked tongue. The great, big bouncing ball that lands right on us, jolts us out of our reality, then rebounds upwards, like a rubber sun above us, and keeps going on before us.
