But,　if　this　world　is　not　merely　a　bad　joke,　life　a　vulgar　flare　amid　the　cool　radiance　of　the　stars,　and　existence　an　empty　laugh　braying　across　the　mysteries,　if　there　intimations　of　something　behind　

But, if this world is not merely a bad joke, life a vulgar flare amid the cool radiance of the stars, and existence an empty laugh braying across the mysteries; if these intimations of a something behind and beyond are not evil humor born o

In the busy city of New York, such an astonishing thing that ever happened.On a Friday night, a poor young artist stood at the gate of the subway station, playing his violin. Though the music was great, people were quickly going home for th