Voids are meant to be cackled into. Don't be shy, they're used to it, it's something they, the voids, expect to hear. You will not offend the void, or provoke the void, nor will you somehow incur the void's wrath. Also, the more slender the expectations, the louder one can laugh, this laughter being separate from the aforementioned cackling. The low-expectations laughter can be in the form of a cackle, but be that as it may we're still talking about two different kinds of mirth here, the steely defiant void cackling and the life-embracing guffaw made possible by diminished or narrowed expectations. Anyway, the point is that ratcheting down those expectations and/or trimming away extraneous ones allows the laughter to really get booming, almost annoyingly so, especially late at night for you apartment dwellers, but still. High expectation leads to ambition, and ambition leads to grim ambition, ambition with no other object than further unslakable ambition, and grim ambition is pretty much antithetical to exuberant peals of laughter, to infectious, boisterous bellylaughs, in the afternoon or early evening, or in the middle of a pasture or meadow at any time.