We build our expectations like a wall,And map the logical paths of right and wrong,But laughter wakes when grander systems fall,And sudden twists disrupt the standard song.The serious mind is blindsided by the play,When solemn giants stumble on a stone,The heavy rules of grammar slip away,And hidden paradoxes are made known.For humor is the mirror of our flaws,A gentle shield against the weight of dread,It mocks the vanity of human laws,And turns the stone of grief to light instead.We laugh because the world is out of line:The broken pattern makes the spirit shine.
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