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Beauty,Decption,Righteous indignation,the hurt hurting,the innocence killed, in the name of a good laugh....
The sting of humor going too far or the truth begging to be revealed? The anger at another's concealed revealed, only for laughs however, the joke to be a Poke of truth....... When is humor gone too far, not funny ? Will this man have a scar so deep, never again to laugh but meerly weep? Is this woman justified to crucify another when she hangs on the cross hiding ? Humor, to lighten up and not be so serious , the damange can be hilarious? Does humor have a lighter side or is it just a tool to give the heavy a ride? Or justify unfair snide? Is pain with a side dish of humor a great meal? Is anything really a big deal? Is anything ever really funny? He who laughs, laughs alone, laughs loudest or laughs last a thing of the past? The things we think are funny hiding the pain we need to see? Has our joy and laughter been stolen with cruel reality? Or is the joke that there is no cruelty or reality? Does what we think matters deliver us Pain in a cruel joke? Or is everything just a smoke screen of insignificance, Is there purity in laughter or has our laughter been muddied with a symbol wishing exposure? Seriously Humorous, Humorously Serious, where the line blurs........being obscured or obscured being, humor at life or life humorless,flip flop, deep and to the top, flip flop...... Laugh, Laugh, Laugh..........
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When you hear dusting, you see images of a feather duster, rag for dusting, a beautiful fresh light coating of snow, maybe even the images above. Once a year the crops are "dusted". You hear a big rumble overhead and again and again as the master pilot takes his calculated runs and circles back for the next row and the next..... I caught a few overhead glimpses of his dusting as I felt the vibrations of the powerful engine. I'm always excited to watch and feel this mastery yet as quickly as he trapeze the sky , quicker yet I am to get inside, close the windows and hibernate for a few days. As usual, I was laid out unable to move, unable to sleep, breathe easy and same for my oldest son. Through coughs and aggrivation brought on by sleep deprivations my son says, "Do you think they will ever care about what this does to humans"? My evenly irritated reply,"Do you think we humans will ever care about what this does to the Earth, the insects, the animals, the plants, the water, the air, the cows that eat the crops......"? Glad I picked berries before this.......
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