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“I don’t belong anywhere.
I am neither a heart, a diamond, a club, nor a spade. I am neither a King, a Jack, an Eight, nor an Ace.
As I am here – I am merely the Joker, and who that is I have had to find out for myself.”
― Jostein Gaarder
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Every day,
in every way,
we rely on the kindness of strangers,
often in manner so subtle,
neither we,
nor they,
notice.
.
Perhaps,
it is one of the little jokes of life
– Life is the greatest Joker –
that we pay more attention,
when others are unkind,
than we do when they are kind.
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Kindness hides,
behind,
many masks,
guises,
sleights of hand,
and is only seen,
when the trickster,
is caught in the act,
shocking us with a smile,
unexpected.
.
Beneath the layers of the Joker,
beats a wild heart,
that knows pain,
and tries to alleviate it,
through pranks of levity.
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“It is different for the Joker, because he was put into this world with a flaw:
he sees too deeply and too much.
Truth is a lonely thing.”
― Jostein Gaarder
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He may seem scary,
but this particular Joker,
(above)
is one of the kindest strangers,
I have ever had the pleasure to meet,
and know.
He is no longer a stranger of one sort,
but he gets stranger the longer I know him,
and his kindness seems to know no bounds.
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“I have gone around observing your activities from the outside.
Because of this I have also been able to see things to which you have been blind.”
― Jostein Gaarder
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