This I know for sure:
When someone has stopped laughing, when there is no playfulness left in them, then they are already dead.
They are not dead in the literal sense - you will see them breathing, their mouth moving. But they are like a book or a fossil. They are already historical artefacts. A thing of the past.
You may learn from them, you should turn their pages and see what is written there - but any discourse will only be in your mind. They have ceased to change.
You should respect them, but your attention should be focussed on the living. Eyes forward.
As we age, the forces of gravity take their toll. Seriousness creeps up our legs like poison ivy the minute we stop dancing.
So laugh, and remain among the living. Dance, and cheat death another day.
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