Buffoonery is clandestine - it speaks to nothing, it travails no path, it requires much attention, usually to fill the ethers with its own imprint.
Gibberish is not humour, for humour is intelligent - humour speaks one to another, it is the poetry of the gods, whereas buffoonery is callous - bombastic yes, yet thoughtful no.
The awkward faces watching on please the individual who thrives by such attention, for he perceives them as adoring, or fearful, or both.
There is most definitely a time for a man to cast off that which he played as a child testing the tethers, innocent to the stresses so created - there is a time for the soul now fully incarnate to quit the childish games.
Gravity, sincerity, appreciation - these both the intellect and heart knows from soulic bliss. Calmness requires the peacefulness that sometimes only solitude can bring if one is subjected to the clanging of constant uncouth comment, and the banter of fools.
Trade every word as though it be gold and you will be the richest of all.
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