For all the times I have laughed at Cioran’s explosive temperament, his wonderful rage in the grocery store line, and countless other situations that I always remember in laughter, it seems that I am now paying for them, and seem that laughter from heaven is directed to me. All the stupid banalities that make up my routine, the door that must open for me to leave my house, the scale that must work so that I weigh and buy food, the sun that must rise so that I know it is day… all these extremely banal things that always work because they have to work, or rather, all the human beings whose function somehow affects me, together and at the same time, fail to fulfill it, but with the whim of interrupting my routine and hindering me with problems that I have no means to solve! Cioran certainly laughs; that is the price: now it is my turn to make him laugh… But it is incredible to note the impossibility of peace in this world. Buddha is a folk character: in the real world, there would be someone to make him mad and ruin his spiritual progress.
For All the Times I Have Laughed…
