Joy! He realizes deeply that his reason for being is the expression of the joy in his soul, the joy at his core, the joy of seeing a chicken on a roof, of seeing a cat by a pumpkin, the joy of the moon sending bliss through the trees. Others at times seem to wish him to suffer, to be grave and serious, but try as he might, the best he can muster is sincere. Sincere: from the heart. And what is his heart but a heart of joy. Nothing he can do about it. It is his nature and nature they say must take its course.
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