In the Thomas Taylor 1792 translated version of The Hymns Of Orpheus
the unknown author writes:
Daughter of Saturn, venerable dame,
The feast containing of unweary'd flame;
In sacred rites these ministers are thine,
Mystics much-blessed, holy, and divine.
In thee, the Gods have fix'd their dwelling place,
Strong, stable basis of the mortal race:
Eternal, much-form'd, ever florid queen,
Laughing and blessed, and of lovely mien;
Accept these rites, accord each just desire,
And gentle health, and needful good inspire.
Modern day translation of this poem is ITS ALL GOOD, PASS THAT MYSTIC CONCOCTION OVER HERE PRIESTESS!
In Plato's The Republic, we find Proclus observes, that we should interpret
the laughter of the Gods as an exuberant operation in the universe. Homer justly
calls the laughter of the Gods "Inextinguishable" and adds that the fables do not
represent the Gods as always weeping, but affirms that they laugh without ceasing.
Its been said that Horace and Aristophanes considered The Hymns of Orpheus
vital to their civilization and indistinguishable from the Pythagorean Philosophy.
Mahatma Gandhi had a great sense of humor they say. Socrates would
take his students around town and get into one of his famous Q&A sessions with a
politician or wealthy merchant etc. and always make a total ass out of the poor guy.
Now, you know a lot of laughing was going on before, during and after this train wreck!
Now and again we need to remember to laugh and have fun here, while we're here.
Laugh, either by a mystic ritual concoction (wow that sounds fun) or a movie or maybe
have your partner tickle you while watching a movie AND drinking a mystic ritual