It honors neither pomp nor privilege. The beams of its light outreach our elegant pronouncements of what is true, and right. But to the soul willing to lay down the preconceived answers to outworn questions, prepared to listen, beyond all the tumult of words, in the silence, to the Immensity beyond all silence, to the one who will accept every moment as new - there must come a discontent with the structures of power and convention as they are, and with the discontent, the vision to see through them and beyond them. And then you can look into the face of things as they are and laugh, and your laughter will come from the depths of your being. And the terms and conditions of life in this world will no longer have you under their spell, and you will know freedom.
Laughter is hope's last weapon.
When the old terms and conditions, the laws of injustice and fear bend our spirits to adopt a posture of cultured despair, we are still victims. We are victims until we can laugh a holy laughter from the soul of us. The holy fool knows, too, the inadequacies of his or her knowledge and grasp on things and so stands on the verge of discovery. Because all of our knowledge is knowledge of the past. The holy fools knows she has no knowledge of the future and that the present is always new.