Comedy and everything

 One theory of why people laugh is the labelling (and the mis-labelling) of an item. A form exists without a name. A person sits on it. The form is a chair! *laughter*


How much do these spectacles cost?
$300.
Per side.

Compare this to Schrodinger's cat. We lock a cat away in a box, and put it away for 3 days. When we come back to the box, is the cat dead or alive? The cat is both dead and alive until we open the box, and thus consequently labelling the state of the cat. In a similar manner, electrons exist in a probability range around the nucleus. The electrons are at all positions at once, albeit with different probabilities, but it isn't until we look and pinpoint where it is at any time. Once labelled, we know where it is at the moment, and then not anymore.

As beings, we be - we are. We look for how to be. We look for meaning; meaning, that which is intended to be. We constantly want to know how to be, how something can be, how someone is, why is being important? Can a form exist without being anything? Of course, yet it frustrates us beings to no end, because we want to be, we want it to be. If something isn't anything, and is allowed to exist, then are we also not anything? If we're not anything, where goes our ego?

The same form exists. Soup is placed on it, and person proceeds to drink soup. The form is a table! *laughter*

So these spectacles cost $600?
For the frames. The glasses are an additional $300.
Each.

This childishness in comedy is my favourite. It delights in seeing something for the first time, of all the possibilities, this was the one possibility that the form decided to serve for this moment. And then it's gone. Because why would we take anything so seriously?

Take your ego for the ride. Let it exist as something for a split second, then not. Let it be nameless for a while, it doesn't need to think, doesn't need to drink, it doesn't need to be anything, and it most certainly doesn't need to be serious. And then? Specify a form, talk about nuclear physics, about game theory. Tell the world your war stories, your love stories. Beat your chest the way gorillas do. Appear. Burn bright. Then, fade it back into the nothingness. Serve the larger unconsciousness.

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