The jester rises in the heart of the temple, where silence weighs heavier than faith. His laughter breaks through like both blasphemy and revelation. As solemn faces watch, he embodies the truth the world refuses to face: that beneath masks of power, virtue, and order, we are all a little absurd.
The jester does not mock others, but the emptiness within all certainty. He is the mirror that distorts to reveal what is real — the madman who understands what the wise dare not speak. In his leap, he defies the gravity of human judgment, reminding us that only those who can laugh amid the order glimpse the essence of true freedom.