The Evolution of Mirth

In an age of candor, boundless and bold, A comic once reveled in stories untold. Where nothing was something, a paradox’s birth, Now dances with purpose, new narratives worth. A symphony of life in laughter he cleaves, No longer the jester of vacuous sleeves. From nothing he springs, to the plenitude’s light, In jest, in truth, in mirth’s endless flight.

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