More Kundera

Hey everyone, I've been reading a Milan Kundera book of late called, "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting." I was introduced to him by a wise friend of mine whom with I share a desire of lunatic skygazing and whimsical story telling. I remember the first contact I had with her was simply a picture I saw of her and I quickly asked a friend who she was and she turned out to be smart and engaging like a well written book which catches your attention with a cheap catch right from the start, and the following chapters only get better. Anyway, speaking of Kundera, I strongly recommend "The Unberable Lightness of Being." Anyway, when I read, I often wonder why certain things stick out to me. I wonder why, even if I don't agree with what is being said (many times I don't), I find certain paragraphs engaging. I'll sit there and re read them over and over again trying to identify what connection I had made with it, and many times I can't. So anyway, here is another excpert that stuck out to me.

"Laughter, on the other hand, " Petrarch went on, "is an explosion that tears us away from the world and throws us back into our own cold solitude. Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry. That's why I tell you yet again, and you want to keep in mind: Boccaccio doesn't understand love. Love can never be laughable. Love has nothing in common with laughter."

Right now, as I wake up way to early and go to bed way to late, love is definately not laughable. It's something that evokes the most pathetic of actions and self evaluations. Engages hysteria, irrational and impressive scenarios created by one's ownself to manifest some short coming, some problem. Love requitted is unexplainably euphoric; love unrequitted is an enemy of rational thought, provoking some fantastical breakdown which always seems outlandishly embarrassing in hindsight.