We have to laugh, or do we?

We’d like to.

Comedians, good ones, are healers.

Laughter, let out without thought or effort, natural amusement and joyful guffaws, are good for us.

So we seek to laugh. We look in dark alleys, bright high streets and rippling lakes.

Sometimes it seems hard to laugh. How can this be? Because the matter at hand has been spiked with the evil demon or the dastardly witch’s bad intentions.

That sounds funny we think.