the laughter is our own

We love to scare ourselves, put ourselves in a bind. We tell ourselves we are an encapsulated ego. Separate and fearful, yet denying our fear, we seek security through power, power over, not power with. Faith and money are not far afield in this seeking. Faith is spiritual money. Money is physical faith. Ah! We feel better. We have woven a net over the Abyss. Something laughs. The net disappears. Once again we have no place to stand. We listen. The laughter is our own.