The child laughs at the profound. They laugh partly because they don't get it, and partly because they exactly get it: the profound is mocking their childish shallowness simply by existing. The laughter is cope, trying to paper over a narcissistic injury. The child laughs at the awesome, in the hope that they convince everyone else to give up ever expecting them to partake of awe.
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New failcomment system also fails to publish my comments, it's not limited to yours. Keep trying, it will usually work, eventually.
Blogger deliberately trying to kill itself, I expect.
Captchas should be off. If it gives you one anyway, it's against my explicit instructions.