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darl bundren's laughter - perhaps there are moments when the world melts away into seeming absurdity; the perceiver of the absurd feels a gorgeous moment of epiphany and is overwhelmed by its totality. it requires a certain sensitivity to arrive at such a moment - few have - and when one does, there is little else to do but laugh. the absurd isn't necessarily comedic per se, it is damn near depressing and tragic, but therein lies that laugh. how does one cope with perfect strife, absolute despair, stars conspiring to align against fortune? one laughs. and the observers of this laugher accuse him/her of madness, insanity - but only the accused knows. darl laughs to distract himself from the onset of a very real madness should he take the unveiling of the absurdity around him seriously - to remedy it somehow. there is nothing to remedy the absurd - that's what makes it absurd. there is only its recognition, and then deferral, distance, camouflage - laughter. you keep right on it, darl bundren.