Happiness is the root of all things. It is like a miracle, something so radiant but surprisingly damned. Joy soothes like warm summer rain, it’s smile is not seductive, but contagious. It whispers, “Everything is fine,” while the world crumbles underneath. A mirage of meaning, painted in laughter and golden light.
It blinds with pleasure. Not carnal, not gluttonous, but pure, uncut elation. The k...