A fantasy.

I don't see the point.

Joy, laughter - the reveling in. These words mock me.

We are too hideous of creatures to become worthy of such pleasure.

It is almost a pathetic impossibility. God must know our worth and therein pour the tragedy of existence upon us - upon me. I mustn't talk for everyone. And so the joy, laughter and the reveling in makes no sense. And, I call it a fantasy. 

- Fa