Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing. My soul probably looks like Fred Astaire.

Kintz plays with a familiar sentimental idea—laughter as an outward sign of inner joy—by translating it into a vivid metaphor: the soul “dancing.” The second sentence undercuts any potential earnestness with a pop-cultural punchline, imagining that inner dance as the elegant, classic style of Fred Astaire. The humor depends on incongruity: a lofty spiritual claim is immediately grounded in a specific, cinematic image. The result is both celebratory and self-aware, suggesting that laughter can be read as a kind of grace or artistry, while also acknowledging the speaker’s desire to frame their own joy in a charming, performative way.