“Listen, young one, every joy is gain, and every gain, no matter how small, is good,” said Robert Browning, a british poet.
“Come now, dine with the rich you’ve involved yourself with, but go to amuse yourself with the poor, for only he can give you the joy that comes from the smallest things. Ha, ha, ha, how nicely put by someone named Smith.”
“And do you know why, my little friend?”
“…b-because…please?”
“Ha, ha, ha, because the root of joy seems to be ‘ha’, along with ‘erw’ which means ‘I say,’ and once became ‘haeiro’ and ‘chairo.’ And it’s the same as the sound of laughter, because I like to chuckle and it makes you smile. The acoustic intertwining of the gutturals, k, g, ch, in laughter is characteristic. It sounds like… especially from mature men like us who chuckle incessantly, huh?”
“Kha, khaha… hahaha…”
“Yes! Because we are full of joy and rejoice. We are ecstatic, and we raise our debt to useful money!
The feeling of joy is mainly expressed with our hands, universally in post Earth but also sometimes in primates. They made hand raises, handshakes, palm claps, hugs, and all kinds of gestures. And we all greet primarily by hands.
When the hand, whether closed or open and outstretched palm, receives something, it undertakes an operation, on any tool fit to the hand. But in hostile significance it becomes ‘cheiroo,’ which means to dominate with subjugation, after victory.
So in the negative sense, joy becomes something like a heresy, like when I snatch, take with someone, by the hand, seize, or ensnare something in my hands.
It’s curious that grammarians of the past hadn’t noticed the blatant and glaring relationship between hands and ‘haireo,’ to master, to dominate, to kill, to deceive, to trap, and in the positive sense, to attract towards oneself.
This heresy is a kind of ideological conception but also personal selection, and it’s very likely that it once started by showing the candidate by hand, or it was a way of thinking, or a philosophical principle.
Remember your personal experience, young one. Surely you felt vulnerable when I chose you among so many others back at the Kennel, expendable, and as much as it saddens me to have apprehended you, to have captured you, it had to be done for you to learn now and always that theft comes after joy. Just put your hands to it!”
“Show… a liar… to show… a thief… Herbert… write now, Manqui.”
“Choky, you surprise me, you’re quicker than expected. How did this come to you now?”
“…you taught me… the lesson… same… last day again. Ha, ha.”
“Ha, ha, ha!”