Happiness is a way of acknowledging your inherent hopelessness in the face of death. It is the first gasp of air you breath in once you have come out of the depths of despair. Conscious of the inevitable existence in a physical universe and the dreary wait that it entails, and yet without any deliberate motive to end it, you simply don't despair. Death inflicts happiness.
“Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.”
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