The Price of Laughter

Hello Readers, Ladies,

He laughs best that laughs last

VanBrugh

Laugh and the world laughs with you,
Weep and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth
But has trouble enough on its own

Wheeler

And if I laugh at any mortal thing
Tis that I may not weep.

Byron

Today I laughed, truly let out peals of laughter, and enjoyed my stay on IRC. This in itself is a rare event. However I was surrounded by thinking, feeling, and intellectual conversation. Rather then sleeping I found myself motivated to talk about the philosophy of Gor. With these people I saw truth, and indeed it was pleasing.

Our conversation drifted between "NewGor" and the aspects of online antics, and it was amusing. I believe this was the first time I actually had the perspective to lean back, and say.. My god, those outsiders are freaks! Who would follow such a careless bunch of maniacs that promote and regard thieving away their basic right to value? I would not, I am of Gor. My peers are those able to find value, and reason in the choices they have made. The stance of hiding, and concealing from mates, friends, and family is not relevant. They are who they are, and we love them for the sacrifices made.

One fellow told me with a straight face, he was not from Gor but indeed a secret planet, his shrink told him so! ... another that his slave was a treasure.. respect her grace and gift of submission or be gone. I could not help myself and reply.. Oh your slut!.. well done.. before being kicked. I laughed some more. I believe in Patch Adams theory now, laughter can heal. It has brought an immense amount of light to my day. Why?

The price was learning an axiom in which I strive to live. I paid it, in full. It is mine to have. I did not pretend to learn it from web sites, or quote the books of Norman like a bible. I believed it was real, and I applied it to my life. It worked. It is not shame nor belittling to admit one is not of Gor. It is a sad affair to pretend that you are, however of this philosophy. A lie is always seen sooner, or later.

It reminded me that those that sit outside of this philosophy hurt. They have a need to know, and they can never grasp the concept that is so clearly unwritten. The bond we share of understanding. If they are not permitted entrance, they scream and holler, I will sue you, just wait and see.. I have the power! Inside how can a person keep a straight face? How is it possible?

Laughter.

These people who I am sure will know who they are when this surfaces will meet, and in that meeting they will cross new boundaries. I envy them these first steps. They will or will not bond with those they face down. Who can say. What will occur though from such a risk is that they will sup with others of Gor, they will share thoughts, and weight ideas of Gor. They will remember ground shared. That is no small affair. It is a serious manner in which these fresh faces will undertake. They will laugh, and cry.. binding friendships will last a lifetime from such meetings. Vows will be spoken amongst men, and women will smile with absolution. This is no small affair. Men will look eye to eye and judge as Goreans do, and women will strive to please, just as they should. I laugh with joy at these simple thoughts.. for they please me. It is the price of laughter, the stain of integrity, and absolution of decency. I wish them godspeed to this journey, and I am pleased that I sat with them for a short time. I will return, and know I am welcome. I will laugh with them again, and I will envy the soil they will hold, and share.

I will leave you with this thought and raise my glass, Salute!

And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride.

This god, this one word:

"I."

Ayn Rand, Anthem

Nyre
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