Laughter. Like the rustling of all the wings in heaven, moving in joyous accord of praise to the Maker. All because she laughs. God is good.
On a different note, I am stealing this awesome quote.
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.""In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy. Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind." There was a long silence."I claim them all," said the Savage at last. Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said. --Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
